Daily Dose of Mama: Good Night, Bee Bim Bop

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Good Night, Bee Bim Bop

After showing signs of being the only child on the face on the planet who doesn't love Good Night, Moon, Little Bug has finally discovered and fallen in love with the 60-year-old classic.

I'll admit, the book has grown on me, too.

Our favorite part of the book is the bowl full of mush...or as Little Bug calls it, "bee bim bop." Each time we get to a page with the bowl full of mush on it, he points to it and says "bye bye, bee bim bop." Sometimes he kisses the picture. Sometimes he makes pretend eating sounds. But it is always, ALWAYS "bee bim bop."

I hope he never learns to read the word "mush" and grows up reading it as "bee bim bop" to his children.

8 comments:

kellyOctober 26, 2010 at 11:35 PM
I (heart) you S. Do you read him the book Bee Bim Bop? Maybe he's making those two books a hybrid?! Whatever it is, it's an improvement on GNM. :)
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JoJoOctober 27, 2010 at 6:23 AM
A-dorable!
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Christine @ 12,450miles October 27, 2010 at 7:53 AM
I. love. this.
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everythingismeowsomeOctober 27, 2010 at 7:59 AM
love it.
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KrisOctober 27, 2010 at 12:27 PM
So darn cute!! I love Little Bug's edited version - perfect!
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ChristineOctober 27, 2010 at 2:07 PM
I love that! Little Bug is awesome. We are not big fans of Good Night, Moon either. Maybe there is hope for the future!
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AnonymousOctober 27, 2010 at 2:10 PM
That is so cute!
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KaraOctober 28, 2010 at 8:35 AM
That is awesome! I would rather have a bowl of bee bim bop than mush too.
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