Children’s Book of the Week: Digger Man
Digger Man by Andrea Zimmerman and David Clemesha
Kids are funny. Henry’s always been fairly ambivalent about trucks and diggers. He used to like them more when he was, say, 2, but he’s always been more into animals and Winnie the Pooh. When Eli came along, with his deep, deep love of all things transportation, that seemed to push Henry even farther from the realm of construction sites. But sometimes, when we read Eli one of his “Hurray for Skid Steers!” books, Henry will perch himself on the far corner of the couch and pretend not to listen.
And then along comes Digger Man. I read it to them once, and Henry was rapt. Then he stole the book and ran upstairs and read it again to himself, studying it carefully. He came downstairs and announced that he was going to go play in the sandbox, which is nothing too unusual, but his desire to play in the sandbox with diggers was new.
I’m not sure what it was about this book exactly that inspired this. A little boy loves diggers, and dreams that he’ll soon buy his own full-size digger, which he’ll use to build a digger park/playground. And then he’ll tell his baby brother about the wonders of diggers, so the baby brother can play too (though we change it to “sister” when we read it, to make it more Zuzu-inclusive). A simple story, with good bright illustrations, but the boys have developed a fierce love of it, and a real desire to act it out and pretend they’re making their own digger park.
Whatever. I’m highly supportive of any book that inspires the kids to run outside and play.