Children's Literature

With much thanks to Lydia's classes, I'm now more or less aware of points of interest in children's literature. Which occasionally makes me interested enough to look into a bunch of such books to see the general tendencies and waste time I'd have used productively otherwise.

Well, then, today, I stumbled across a site that offered several scans and commentaries to the scanned masterpieces. Masterpieces like Pernilla Stalfelt's books - those that are about racial differences (and how they're good, mind you), death and shitting. Seriously. What the hell? Unfortunately that last one isn't included in the scans yet, so I had to make do with the other two, and their kindred-spirited "Where do babies come from" types of children's books. The sort that are rather loved by the critics.

My conclusion is rather simple - I should either never have children, never read them any children's books, or write my own stuff and force someone that can draw to make picture thingies into them.

Also, what the hell? A photo of a naked kid will brandish someone as a paedophile, but drawing tons of naked children in children's books is fine? Go figure, I'd have thought those two would be equal.

Update: Would any of you pick up a book called "How the king became a girl" to read to your wee lil' offspring?