After getting William a new book recently, I discovered a strange conspiracy: a book entitled I Love Grandma is substantially longer than I Love Grandpa. Both are written by the same author. Grandpa bear teaches the baby bear to swim AND THAT’S IT, while grandma hedgehog and baby hedgehog play hide and seek AND go on all other kinds of exciting adventures.
I’m mostly goofing, but I’ve noticed this pattern across a lot of book. I’m starting to wonder if our culture just isn’t sure how to depict healthy male presences in the lives of children beyond certain clichés.