Why, In Exactly 810 Words, Everyone Should Read Charlotte’s Web To Their Daughters. And Sons. And Nieces. And Nephews.

“I think you’re beautiful,” said Wilbur. “Well, I am pretty,” replied Charlotte. “There’s no denying that. Almost all spiders are rather nice-looking. I’m not as flashy as some, but I’ll do. I wish I could see you, Wilbur, as clearly as you can see me.” “Why can’t you?” asked the pig. “I’m right here.” “Yes, … More Why, In Exactly 810 Words, Everyone Should Read Charlotte’s Web To Their Daughters. And Sons. And Nieces. And Nephews.

The Space Pilot, The Sewer, The Jock And Her Lover.

Before summer, we asked the ‘Dactyl what she wanted to be when she grew up. She said, after marrying her brother—which alarmed us slightly—that she wanted to “stay home and do nothing like Mummy.” Crikey. Nothing? That worried me more than wanting to marry Bob. “Best you get a job,” said the Dimple. “Inspire your … More The Space Pilot, The Sewer, The Jock And Her Lover.

Girls Are Loud.

Dear ‘Dactyl (daughter). Loud. That’s what the midwife said when you first popped out. So loud, apparently, the maternity ward hadn’t heard a newborn yodel like it in months. I refused to put a label on you – so soon – however, after your brother started to say, “Girls are loud, aren’t they?” your Father … More Girls Are Loud.