Every week in The Kiddy Pool, Erin Newcomb confronts one of many issues that parents must deal with related to popular culture.
As I drive along my winding route to work, I can see the creek rushing along on my right. The water churns and chugs along, lower than in the aftermath of Hurricane Irene, which collapsed segments of this road, but still flowing briskly. Trees line the narrow lanes, and on a stretching hillside, I notice the white buckets hanging from the tall maples. In my part of the country, it’s maple syrup season.
In honor of this season, my daughter and I have read and reread the book Sugar Snow, adapted from the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. She likes the part where Laura tastes a snowflake from Pa’s sleeve, imagining that the snow itself will taste like sugar. I like the part where Laura and Mary gaze in wonder at the maple candies Pa bestows as he tells the story of sugaring. We both like the pancakes, and my daughter often uses this story (along with Laura Joffe Numeroff’s If You Give a Pig a Pancake) as a sort of free-association strategy to ask me to make pancakes. Really, what could be better than a literary-themed breakfast of scratch-made pancakes (usually dyed orange, my daughter’s favorite color), shaped like hearts and snowmen, and real maple syrup?