We've been reading Pippi Longstocking every night. And we love it so much (Annabelle sometimes screams with laughter at her antics) that we went on to the second book and are coming to the end of it and will probably start the third one on Friday.
I never read Pippi as a child, I just knew she had red hair, because I heard ( from people who think all red heads look alike--and there are lots of these hairist out there) that I looked like Pippi when I was a kid.
Pippi is wild. She has no parents (well, her dad is a cannibal king somewhere in the South Seas) and is completely unsupervised. She lives with a monkey named Mr. Nilsson and her pet horse and has two best friends named Tommy and Annika She is "as rich as a troll" and spanks herself when she is naughty. She is the strongest person in the world and can lift her horse with three men and six kids on top of it. She doesn't go to school because she doesn't see the need to learn "plufitication tables" and has already been to Lisbon and sees no reason to know that it is the capital of Portugal. She is also kind-hearted and makes sure her friends have a little bit of magic in their lives every day.
We love Pippi.
On another note, today, after a crazy playdate, I went outside to clean up sand that had been dumped out from the sandbox (the suspects are varied in this case and include the dog). I could hear that Tallulah was waking up from her nap, but I needed to get this done before I got her up because the mosquitoes were bad and it was thundering and once she wakes up, she generally likes a long cuddle and doesn't want to do things like clean up the backyard.
When I came back inside, though, she and Annabelle were downstairs. Tallulah was eating a lollipop and Annabelle was wearing her dress backwards, dancing and singing a song about how she could lift her baby sister out of the crib now. Her face was covered in chocolate.
We are Pippi.
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