Why are some nursery rhymes so creepy? And why haven't we figured out how creepy they are and ditched them for pete's sake!
Tonight Little Spaghetti and I were reading through a set of little board books he has, and I came across this gem.
Oh lady bugs! Cute!
Ah! I think I remember this poem. Though...I don't think I know any more than the first two lines...
What?!? That's very unexpected. And horrifying!
Who is the narrator of this story? And why doesn't he or she have a soul? This is just cruel..
Are you kidding me? Under the frying pan? This is the worst ending ever.
That is quite possibly the saddest lady but I have ever seen.
Seriously...I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing that story.
And don't even get me started on the oppressive, anti-feminist undertones of this seemingly harmless story.* I mean, really, just because she wasn't at home, in her kitchen, all the sudden it's her fault that her children have perished in a terrible fire?
*(That's sarcastic...I don't really think this book is trying to brainwash our kids. And I really don't want to start a feminist debate of some kind...)