Thoughts on the Elephant Who Went Shopping for Spats Right After His Mother Was Murdered
It isn't until you're a parent that you realize that books for kids are often downright frightening. The first time I tried to read old, beloved Babar to my own children, I about dropped the book. I don't remember it being that horrifying. But it really kind of is. This cover rendition (author/artist unknown, unfortunately), passed on to me by my friend Kirsten, sums up my feelings about the little elephant.