After yesterday’s bucolic, idyllic depiction of fatherhood in “I Love My Daddy”, today it was time to “cleanse the palate” with a tale that is a little bit closer to our reality. “My Daddy Snores” by Nancy H. Rothstein and illustrated by Stephen Gilpin provides a comical take on an problem that I think countless families experience – strangely managing to take the issue seriously while at the same time “laughing through the tears” with the outrageous, giggle-inducing illustrations.
From night to night, Daddy’s snoring may vary in tone, but not in severity. From a booming dinosaur roar, to an earthquake, to a thundering steam locomotive, daddy’s snoring rips right through the house and keeps mommy from getting a moment’s rest. Even when daddy sleeps outside in a tent, he keeps the birds up all night and their cheeping wakes everyone in the house up far too early in the morning. Eventually, mommy is at the end of her rope and she takes daddy to the doctor – where daddy is cured of his snoring. Ahhhhh. The house is at last silent, until…daddy starts talking in his sleep!
We got a kick out of this book. Well, I did – and our oldest enjoyed some laughs at her daddy’s expense (I’m not absolutely positive mommy saw the humor in it). For some readers, the story may require suspension of disbelief – not to accept the ridiculous places that mommy tries to get some sleep, but to accept the fact that daddy lives long enough to make it to the doctor.
Hmmmm…something just occurred to me. I think I need to go find the doctor from the book…
P.S. the book’s author, Ms. Rothstein, has a site dedicated to raising awareness about snoring and sleep apnea: http://www.mydaddysnores.com/about.html