In order to encourage their Vietnamese speaking and literacy, we bought a bunch of kids' books at a shop in the Little Saigon area of Orange County, CA. They have proven to be pretty popular; but for some reason, the kids usually demand that "Daddy read it!" instead of letting their mom read them in their original language.
|The Revenge of the Baby Goats|
|One day, Mama Goat went into town to collect some garbage for her kids' dinner. "Be good!" she said to the baby goats. "And make sure you sweep up all of those miniature billiard balls!"|
|Mama Goat took the only remaining baby and went to look for Wolf. "There he is," she said, "with all my children in his belly." Then she took the last baby home and put him inside of the grandfather clock.|
|Next, the baby goats filled Wolf's abdominal cavity with duck eggs. Mama Goat chuckled as she threaded her sewing needle. "I feel so bloated," said Wolf when he woke up. "And why do I have these stitches?"|