Welcome back to the third installment in the #badbabybookreview series, with today’s bonkers children’s book, Sleepy Bunny.
I seem to love the puppet books and this one is no exception; a massive rabbit in carrot-covered pajamas accompanies us through his night-time routine. He’s quite cute really, so I can’t complain. He reminds me of my rabbit, Santi, before she became disabled (she’s got head tilt, it’s horrid) and turned into a sort of zombie nightmare rabbit. But Sleepy Bunny has no head tilt (unless you give it to him – I’d advice not to), so no night terrors for babies here.
The front cover indicates that we’ll be getting ready for bed with Bunny, which is great, except for the fact that generally, we can either read the story, or get ready for bed. I can’t see many parents being able to juggle the two effectively; poo-smeared nappy in one hand, Mr Bunny in the other. But let’s give it the benefit of the doubt and dive right in…
So, how does Mr Bunny get ready for bed?
With the help of his creepy best friend, Mouse, of course!
Now, I don’t know what kind of relationship Bunny and Mouse have going here, but I sure as hell don’t think they’re your standard roomates. When I was at Uni, my housemates did not help me brush my teeth, read me a bedtime story, nor tuck me in and kiss me Goodnight. They probably tried to after one to many sambuca shots, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence.
So who is Mouse to Bunny?
I’m not buying this whole ‘best friend’ thing.
Call me a pessimist, but I don’t think that this is a mutual relationship at all. I think that Mouse is a controlling bully who wants to manipulate everything Bunny does in his life. He tells him when to eat dinner, he chooses the books they read and he wears a shower cap while brushing Bunny’s teeth – suggesting he won’t even leave him alone to bathe. Creepy right?
Even stranger is the fact that he wears Grandad reading glasses for the bedtime story. Now, I don’t know many talking mice, but I’d hazard a guess that the younger ones either don’t need glasses or wear contacts to fit in with their peers. So what is the age difference between these two besties? I’m not sure I really want to know. But I will be ensuring my daughter knows that it’s not OK to hang out with old mice.
But maybe I’m just being harsh and Mouse is really the hero in this story. We never meet Bunny’s parents, so perhaps they are no longer with us, or abandoned poor Bunny for greener pastures. Mouse might have taken Bunny in, raising him as his own. In which case, he’s doing a bloody marvelous job and I apologise profusely for ever doubting him.
Relationship aside, is there a message to this story?
So I think the point of this book is to encourage children to go to sleep just like Sleepy Bunny does. This is great in theory, but in practice, they don’t have little fluffy mouse friends to guide them happily through each step of the night-time routine. Chances are, your house looks less like Mouse and Bunny’s and more like a 1920’s asylum for the criminally insane; complete with banshee screaming and chunks bitten out of you as you wield a toothbrush at snapping mouths. So the message may well fall flat with the majority of parents out there.
All in all, I think it’s a bit optimistic in what it’s trying to achieve.
Nice try Bunny, but I don’t think my baby is sleepy.