Golden Pig Tales

Goodnight Moon is a book Ezra brings to us to read and turn the pages for him. I don’t know if it is the pictures or the words or the way the thick pages taste in Ezra’s mouth that drives him to pick up Goodnight Moon and give it to -v- or I. Whatever it is, the book actually calms Ezra as -v- or I turn turn and read each page. He loves this book. And I hate it. I’ve read it TOO MUCH, and I never liked it before I read it TOO MUCH.

I don’t want to read Goodnight Moon any more. I don’t want to read it in that voice I some how manifest everytime I read it for Ezra. I don’t want to try and read the book as Ezra flips pages altering the flow and direction of the story as I try to read. I don’t want to read about the mush and the old lady saying hush. Nor do I care that there is red balloon in the green room and some cow jumping over the moon. And those mittens drying by the fireplace can burn. The kittens playing around the house need to grow up, become cats and catch the mouse spreading the plague around the room.

I secretly wish we would have let the book fall apart and not tape its binding with duct tape, so I could have reason to slowly hide its pages then slip the pages into the recycling bin, and then I wouldn’t have the book to read and reread and reread and reread… I don’t want to read Goodnight Moon, but Ezra does like the book and liking books, I believe, is a good thing even if I hate one of them and have to read it again and again and again and again…