we're off to see the tin man

Last week when we were walking back from swimming to catch the train home J spotted a 'tin man' in a garden.  She called him a 'metal man' and asked me to tell her a story about him... so, inspired by The Wizard of Oz I made up a quick tale about a tin man who rusted in a garden because of the rain.  She was very captivated by this, so when we got home a pulled out my copy of The Wizard of Oz by L Frank Baum .  My copy has lovely illustrations every few pages so I used the illustrations to tell her the whole story. 
After nursery yesterday she asked to go to the bookshop to get a copy of The Wizard of Oz "with not so much words in it" as Mummy's one.  I'll never refuse to buy her a book... so we went in and found this one which is just the right length for her.  The pictures are lovely too:

I am sure there is a picture book version out there somewhere too (which Santa might be able to advise me about).

I have really enjoyed being able to share one of my own childhood favourites with J this week.  Who would have thought that an ordinary day trip would take us all the way to OZ.