Depicted here, a comet has knocked a star out of the sky; it’s fallen on the ground, and we have to pick it up, climb a hill and put it back next to the Moon. So that everyone can make wishes.
Now, I’m not down on Dora – they’re engaging books for toddlers, accessible and participatory – but there are just so many things wrong with this that I choked a bit, trying to read it to Maya. And when I asked her what was wrong with, she was absolutely certain.
“Dad!” she said. “The monkey’s not wearing a shirt!”
Ok, then. Still some work to do here.
Still, later that night she said she was going to “climb a big ladder and bring me the moon”, which may be the nicest things anyone’s said to me. Unfortunately she’s pretty sure it’s “Swiper”, not “Sniper”, so I haven’t been able to get her to say “Sniper, stop sniping!” with any consistency.