Sometimes, picture books come invading your life.
We had a particularly fun experience of a picture book coming to life last week.
During the coronavirus panic, my wife and I have been trying to take the boys outside as much as possible. We–like everyone–have also found ourselves needing a break just from working and giving childcare at our homes. We had the thought, “How can we shake things up, go somewhere, without breaking any of the social distancing guidelines?”
We hatched a plan which took us to Schreiner Park in Kerrville, TX. The trip was great for several reasons:
- Because there is a significant day use fee and because we were so earlier to arrive, basically nobody was in the park.
- We were just hiking, and so even though we basically didn’t see people, we were still safe.
So, it was a wonderfully successful day. We had a long hike that was perfect for a 3-year-old, and we followed that by eating a picnic lunch in an empty campground (we had our pick of unused campgrounds).
After eating, though, was when the most fun began. James saw several unused barbecue grills, and James wanted to play on top of one of those that was built down low over a fire pit. He was nervous to climb up on it, though, and asked me to help.
I said, “Sure, I’ll help you.” But then, I started to carry him to a normal, waist-high grill that was also at the camp. “I’m going to cook you like a hot dog!”
So, I sat him on the grill and made some sizzling noises, and he giggled. Then, he wanted down, so I sat him down, and he ran off, yelling, “You can’t catch me.”
I yelled myself, “My hot dog’s running away. Catch that hot dog!”
So, we played that game a few times. There were three grills in the area where we were playing, and each got its turn.
But then, James wanted some variation. He said, “Make me a pizza!”
I knew immediately what he was talking about. He was remembering William Steig’s Pete’s a Pizza.
Quick flashback: My first real job was working for a summer as a library assistant when I was in high school, and my favorite task was to go through every single book in the library and place a barcode on it for the new automation system. I particularly relished going through the picture books because, to be honest, I had never read the picture books growing up. I learned to read on encyclopedias and a few Golden Books. I’d vaguely heard about all of these books, but I didn’t know them firsthand. So, the barcoding process was slow as a result of my reading all of the picture books.
Pete’s a Pizza was a new book in the library that summer, and it really charmed me. I wasn’t sure what about it made it stand out. It’s so simple: a boy is stuck inside because of the rain and so his father and mother make him a pizza by laying him out on the table as dough, applying some “toppings” (just paper and stuff), and cooking him in the “oven” (the couch). But it was sweet and funny, and whenever I needed to make a storytime emergency project to serve as our back-up unless a storytime presenter failed to show up on time, I made my first lesson out of Pete’s a Pizza. (That presentation went to good use, by the way, a few weeks after I made it.)
So, years later, when I happened across this interview recommending Pete’s a Pizza as a great depiction of a father in children’s literature, I had to pick up a copy. It is now in the normal rotation of books I read with my three-year-old.
And James remembered it at the park! So, that became the game. I would catch the pizza. Lay him out on a picnic table. Knead the dough. Add tomatoes (which is a little ticklish for the pizza). Add pepperoni (which is a little more ticklish for the pizza). Add cheese (which is very ticklish). Then, I would gather the pizza up (sometimes with the help of sous chef Mommy) and cook him on one of the grills.
He would then run away, and we would have to catch our dough boy.
It would all start over, and I swear, we did it fifteen times. He never got tired of it, but eventually, we just had to go. It was a lot of fun though.
And it was a lot of fun reading Pete’s a Pizza before bed later that night.