What’s The Nine-Year-Old reading this week?

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Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Nine-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Nine-Year-Old does her level best to convince her lunch buddies that vampire rabbits are real.

A sampling of this week’s books:

The Nine-Year-Old has been obsessed with Bunnicula for a while now. If you’re familiar with the series, you’ll know that when Bunnicula sucks the life juices from the local vegetation, the vegetables end up shriveled and pale. They also become zombies that can only be slain by being stabbed with a toothpick through the heart. The Nine-Year-Old immediately volunteered to go on Zombie Veg Patrol.

Sadly, we do not have a rabbit, and the stuffed animal rabbit The Nine-Year-Old pressed into the role of Bunnicula is failing to stalk the kitchen at midnight. He seems to prefer spending the darkened hours cowering under The Nine-Year-Old’s pillow.

What is an enterprising Nine-Year-Old to do?

Monitor the incoming grocery sacks, of course.

On Sunday, through an odd confluence of events, Mommyo brought home an weirdly pale batch of freeze-dried peas, a set of heirloom carrots that included white and pale yellow carrots, and some cauliflower from her weekly grocery run. The Nine-Year-Old’s mind immediately whirled with a fabulous lunch scheme. On Monday, she took in the peas and upon opening them at lunch, shrieked that Bunnicula had attacked and drained the life juices out of her peas. According to The Nine-Year-Old, the result was the most fun she’d had at lunch since the Great Space Goop Incident of 2014.

Greatly encouraged by her classmates’ responses to the peas, the next day The Nine-Year-Old brought in the white carrots (and a selection of toothpicks with which to slay them before eating). A similarly satisfying set of hijinks ensued.

On the third day, The Nine-Year-Old prepared to bring in the cauliflower. Her plan was to pass it off as zombie broccoli. Sadly, upon retrieving the cauliflower from the fridge, we discovered that it had fallen victim to a non-leporine scourge that had left it dotted with black and brown speckles. Neither of us felt comfortable packing that cauliflower, so for the rest of the week, The Nine-Year-Old had to make do with a mix of carrots and peas.

Lunchtime vegetable consumption was unusually high this week at Caterpickles Central, which has me scouring Goodreads for another similarly addictive chapter book series involving vegetables that The Nine-Year-Old can act out at lunch next week. Any suggestions?

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About Shala Howell

I spent two decades helping companies like Bell Labs, Juniper Networks, and a genetic testing company that was later acquired by CVS translate some of the world’s most complicated concepts into actionable, understandable English. Now I'm working on a much harder problem -- fostering children’s curiosity and engagement in the scientific, artistic, and linguistic world that surrounds them. The first book in my Caterpickles Parenting Series, What’s That, Mom?, focuses on how to use public art to nurture children’s curiosity in the world around them. My next book, Did Dinosaurs Have Belly Buttons?, is currently planned for release in 2018. In the meantime, you can find me blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, chatting about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.blog, and tweeting about books, writing, science, & things that make me smile at @shalahowell.
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