Last week we started reading Pippi by Astrid Lindgren.
My daughter’s recent fashion leanings inspired me to order the book from the library.
I remembered reading Pippi when I was a girl, but I had forgotten what it was that I liked about her. After turning the last page of the book and setting it down on the couch we decided it was her unpredictable, creative, and confident character that made her so likeable.
I had a staff meeting this past week during which we spent a good chunk of time talking about homework and how to get the students to do it. Then I came home and opened up Pippi where we had left off the night before. Ironically, we were at the part where she goes to school for the first time. I have to admit, it was delicious reading, especially after coming home from my meeting.
“At exactly ten o’clock the follwing day, she lifted her horse down from the porch… At full gallop she raced into the playground, leaped off the horse before he even stopped, and tied him to a tree. Then she flung open the door to the clasroom…
‘My name is Pippilotta Comestibles Windowhade Curlymint Ephraimsdaughter Longstocking…”
Both Pippi and her teacher, end up frustrated with each other and Pippi decides not to attend school after all…
“Give me the schools in Argentina any time… You should try going there… It’s bearable because at least there’s no homework. It’s strictly forbidden to do homework in Argentina. Sometimes an argentinean boy might sneak into a cupboard and sit there and secretly do homework, but I feel sorry for him if his mother finds out…
‘Well, what do they do at school then?’ asked a little boy.
‘They eat candy,’ said Pippi firmly…
‘But what does the teacher do?’ asked a girl.
‘She unwraps the candy for the children, silly,’ said Pippi. ‘You don’t really think they do that themselves, do you? Hardly! And they don’t actually go to school themselves either. They send their brothers.’
Just so you know, if you invite either of my daughters to your child’s birthday party they will probably end up receiving a copy illustrated by Lauren Child.
*My own end of the week tradition: words in song or story that move me in some way. I might type my very favourite parts in bold text, and I’ll always try to post a link below the quote so you can get more if you want it. Enjoy!