Novel & Cerita Funny Books For Kids

“Our organization makes and sells these to help with cancer research but we also like giving them to the kids. Each type of bear has a name and a picture book to go with it. The stories are about the bear characters overcoming hard things to help cheer the kids on.” “That’s wonderful! Are those the books I’ll be reading to the kids today?” “Yes. There are five of them but they aren’t very long. I hope your voice will be up for it.” “I’ll be fine,” Lily reassured him. “How many kids are there? What are their names? I want to know before I meet them so it feels like we’re already friends.”

I asked, handing her a list. “Oh hi, let me see… Um, The tale of Peter Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and Goodnight Moon. Wow, what an amazing collection you are after, you sure do know the best.” She smiled cheerfully. “Thank you.” I smiled. “You are welcome, and yes… we do have all of those. Just take this direction…” She said and pointed us toward the children’s section. My palms grew damp. I prayed Nikolai wouldn’t ask why.

Ashley, his eight year old daughter, has been bugging him for days to have lunch with her at school so they can go shopping for books. "I already went. She wanted me to bring you this." He drops a thin paperback book on my desk that I immediately pick up. "One hundred jokes for the laughing mind," I read out loud. She knows me so well. "She got "One Hundred More Jokes" so be prepared next time she's here."

After he eats his breakfast, we spend the rest of the day reading his books, which for heavens sake, are funny in their own ways, except Mel doesn't think it's funny "C'mon, Mel, they just said Gibby, the pig, was blue and could fly" He doesn't like the fact I'm not taking the whole thing serious but that's not exactly my fault "So?" "Ever heard the sentence I'd only be with you the day pigs are another different colour and could fly?" I ask.

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.

Max smiles, “You build blanket forts, you tell jokes, you know how to ballroom dance.” “I don’t tell jokes,” I explain. “Chad said you do. Lucy told him some of the jokes. It made them laugh,” Max replies. Curious, he asks, “Could I hear one?” I shake my head, “It was corny jokes to cheer her up is all. It was, “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Things most kids hear on a playground.” Max looks disappointed. Taking a deep breath, I say, “A cheeseburger walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food here”.”

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

He took my hand and kissed the tip of my hand. " Great !! Do you need anything for the kids?? " " No, I think we have enough stuff. I brought some books with me and bought a few from here. " " Books?? Didn't they have enough?? If you need anything else please let me know. " " Oh, they have enough stuff; the books I bought were just old children's books of mine. I thought they might like them like Winnie the Pooh, fairy tales, fables, Tintin, some Hindi picture books, etc. All those sorts of things. "

Ashley, his eight year old daughter, has been bugging him for days to have lunch with her at school so they can go shopping for books. "I already went. She wanted me to bring you this." He drops a thin paperback book on my desk that I immediately pick up. "One hundred jokes for the laughing mind," I read out loud. She knows me so well. "She got "One Hundred More Jokes" so be prepared next time she's here."

I was always a weird kid. In kindergarten, I didn't really like talking to anyone. In fact, my mom says that I hardly ever spoke. I would always stare quietly at my surroundings, never bothering to comment on anything or anyone. The only time I seemed happy was when I was reading. I loved reading: it was the one thing I looked forward to every day. The beautiful tales of princesses and wizards turned my extremely boring life into a life of adventure, laughter and glass slippers.