Hannah is starting to read real books. Two of her current choices are Cocky Colin (the Cockroach) by Richard Tulloch and Clumsy Colin (the Kitten).
Cocky Colin was the bravest, cheekiest, cockiest cockroach that ever lived. He could dance and skip and run faster than any cockroach in the world. Colin's home was a dark place the cockroaches called Back Off Ridge. There he lived with his mother and father and ninteteen brothers and twenty sisters and eighty one cousins. But Colin wasn't happy living in the dark. "I want to dance in the bright light" said Colin. "I want to go where the action is."
And so he does as he is chased out of the house by the fumigator, gets squished by Sumo Wrestlers and ends up on a rubbish dump, a happy cockroach. I love the way the number of relatives changes throughout the story as his life changes for better and worse.
Colin the Kitten is a little more predictable. I am curious if she chose them for my name. Is that vain?
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