Pancakes for Bedtime

Last night I “read” Pancakes for Breakfast by Tomie De Paola to Mary before bed. I prefaced the story by telling Mary that this book had been Jenny’s favorite when she was little. “Do you remember that?” I asked my almost seven year old. It was 3 or 4 years ago, but she remembered.

As Mary and I went through the story of the poor woman who has to work so hard for her pancake breakfast, Jenny listened from her bed and contributed words and commentary. Jenny and I had looked at this book so many times when she was a toddler, and I would say the same things each time. Her words quoted me from all those long past readings.

When we were done, Mary said, “Again,” but I said no. I did say, though, that she could look through the pictures herself while she snuggled in my lap and we rocked in the chair in the dimly lit room. “But I can’t read,” sighed my little dramatist with flair learned from her older sisters.

“You don’t need to read it, honey,” I said. “There aren’t any words anyway.”

“No words?” asked Jenny.


“You mean it’s a picture book?”

“Yes, honey,” I said as gently as possible. These little growing-up moments are so precious to me.

One day, perhaps, Jenny will have a little girl of her own, and I will be sure she has a copy of this book. And I bet it will still be my words that she “reads” to her daughter.

4 thoughts on “Pancakes for Bedtime

  1. TOO cute! As my kids are getting bigger, I am putting aside the favorite storybooks (for when they have their own children). Tomie dePaola's books are there in great number.

  2. This is the exact reason that I just unpacked 600 pounds of books…I hope you're feeling better!

  3. I'm with Laura… precious!


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