Sometimes I think the world might be a much more innocent place if it wasn’t for the internet. I mean, Señor Caca? WTF? I know that this thing would exist with or without the internet, but I’d be in a state of blissful ignorance and innocence if I wouldn’t know about Señor Caca (or Mister Poop for us anglos) walking around in his red beret and plaid pants. And what’s with that rat (?) saying “yum”?
Here’s a quote from the publisher (well, it’s from Amazon, but I guess it’s the ‘synopsis’ of the book):
Caca. Poop. Number two. Kids have a thousand names for it. Don’t they want to know where it comes from? The Fantastic Voyage of Señor Caca shows kids the hows and whys.
A smart wolf in a lab coat leads kids on a journey through their digestive system. A little girl eats an apple for a snack (crunch, crunch), and the apple drops into the esophagus (glug, glug) before a stop in the stomach. At each stop along the way the wolf explains in simple scientific terms what the body is doing. After the pit stop in the stomach, what remains of the apple must enter the small intestine (gurgle, gurgle), then the large intestine, and finally . . . well, you know. Hint: It doesn’t smell like roses here.
This delightful book marries Angèle Delaunois’ kid-sized scientific text with Marie Lafrance’s joyful kinetic illustrations to teach children what really does go on inside their bodies.
And from looking at the ‘suggestions’ there seems to be a whole genre of poop-related childrens’ books: “It hurts when I poop,” the more urgent “Poop Hurts!”, the mindful “The Gas We Pass”, and, last but not least, the inquiring “Where’s the poop?” – maybe I’m completely out of the loop, but is this a ‘thing’? I always thought this is one of the first things children discover – food goes in upstairs, poop comes out downstairs – what’s the big fucking deal?
As I said – a more innocent time. I just spent about 20 minutes writing about children’s books on poop.
I think I will go and use my neti pod now.