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There’s no end to the royal picture books!

Following on from The Queen’s Knickers Nicholas Allan has taken his interest in royal bottom garments a step further, and we can now read all about The Royal Nappy.

Nicholas Allan, The Royal Nappy

Luckily there is a Nanny who keeps track of all nappy related aspects in a royal baby’s life. Helicopters come with a pooey nappy ejector. There are shiny nappies on which a baby can skid the length of the palace floors.

And I gather even old Henry VIII wore nappies once.

I sense this book might be a hit. Royal nappies feel topical, somehow.

Let’s hope the nappy-wearer will not be like Jeanne Willis’s and Tony Ross’s Prince Charmless. He’s a spoilt little thing. Nothing is ever good enough, despite the palace staff working very hard.

So one day everyone leaves and the King and the Queen don’t know what to do, because they have to rule the country. In the end they let the Prince do things for himself.

Jeanne Willis and Tony Ross, Prince Charmless

And what do you know? Prince Charmless discovers it’s fun to do things, and by the end he has – almost – turned into a Prince Charming. Plenty of lessons here for all of us who mollycoddle our children. We should all busy ourselves with ruling the country, allowing the children to discover the world. Within reason.

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The Royal Baby

I came across this Royal Baby picture book by sheer coincidence… (No, I didn’t.) I’m beginning to think that you can’t have too many royal baby books. I’m beginning to think it’s amazing how different royal baby books can be from each other (and we all know who it is about, really).

Tony Bradman & Tony Ross, The Royal Baby

This one by the two Tonys – Bradman and Ross – is really very lovely. The royal couple are pretty lovely too, and they remind me of, well, of Kate and Will. But they are not them, obviously. I’m very partial to Tony Ross’s pictures. And Tony Bradman has written the sweetest little baby story.

It starts with the wedding, which is a good place to start. Afterwards people begin to ask if there is ever going to be a baby. Eventually there is some good news, although the Prince looks somewhat embarrassed.

There’s speculation on what the baby will be like. The Prince and Princess feel they will love their baby no matter what, and that it won’t do if the baby is too strong, sporty, musical, clever, or above all, too hairy.

A normal baby will be just fine. And so it is, gender neutral onesie and everything.

Oh baby!

At last! We have a royal baby. We also have loads of baby picture books for some reason.

Joanna Rivard and Adam Larkum, A Royal Fairytale

Before there can be a baby, you need romance. (Sort of. Usually.) A Royal Fairytale, Kate & William by Joanna Rivard and Adam Larkum deals very nicely with the royal romance.

Told in traditional fairytale style there is a prince and a beautiful girl, and they are all lonely before they go to university (now, that’s not such a common ingredient) and meet and fall in love. There is a wedding. Finally the stork calls

and they live happily ever after.

(I’m OK with the stork. I’m fine with the corgi. But the sheep? Have I missed something?)

Once you have your baby, you need for it to sleep. There are helicopters to fly and countries to rule. Everybody needs some rest.

Martha Mumford and Ada Grey, Shhh! Don't Wake the Royal Baby!

But the baby in Martha Mumford’s and Ada Grey’s Shhh! Don’t Wake the Royal Baby! just will not sleep. They all take turns, doing what parents have always tried. Trips in the helicopter. Golden dummies. Plane trips with the Queen, who then does her famous parachute jump (with the baby; not to escape its crying).

You can tell which royal family the author had in mind. Except, we appear to have gained a King somewhere. Picture books need kings. This one sings.

Pippa and Harry are a bit too noisy, and so are the corgis. But eventually all sleep. Even the baby, who at all times is dressed in a genderless babygrow.

These stories will definitely appeal to all but the most dyed-in-the-wool anti-royals.