A little boy planted a carrot seed.
His mother said, "I'm afraid it won't come up."
His father said, "I'm afraid it won't come up."
And his big brother said, "It won't come up."
Every day the little boy pulled up the weeds around the seed and sprinkled the ground with water.
But nothing came up.
And nothing came up.
Everyone kept saying it wouldn't come up.
But he still pulled up the weeds everyday and sprinkled the ground with water.
And then one day,
A carrot came up.
Just as the little boy had known it would.
The Carrot Seed by Ruth Kraus, (Illustrated by Crocket Johnson)
We've read this book at least once a week for over three years. I'll confess that sometimes I've chosen it for its brevity, but mostly we just love the words and pictures. Today as I was finishing the last page and shutting off the lights for nap time, Little Smith sat straight up and turned to his baby sister to explain, "Wooby, it might not look like a cay-wot you know, because it's a tiny tiny seed, and then you just see the stem... but the cay-wot is weally unda' the gwound. You have to just know that, and take cay-wa of it, and wait until it's weady to eat for dinna'."
It's been a good summer.