Babyjane often has trouble sleeping. Like her old man, her brain gets going in a lot of different directions right around bedtime. Unlike her old man, this is usually remedied by making shooing sounds and patting her on the butt. When I think she's at the point of drifting off, I usually slink down onto the floor next to her crib and read one her books to myself. If she's not crying by the time I finish, that usually means she's down for the count.
So I spend a lot of time rediscovering how brilliant Dr. Seuss is (BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Mr. Brown is wonder! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Mr. Brown makes THUNDER!... He makes lightning SPLATT! SPLATT! SPLATT! And it's very, very hard to make a noise like that.) Last night I scanned The Five Chinese Brothers for mythological elements that might give me insight into the Chinese culture.
So I was primed for some side-splitting laughter when I saw these today: Unfortunate Childrens Books.