Reading between the lines

I enjoy reading books to Alaina, but I must admit I have beef with some of her library selections. Only since I became a mother have I become so skeptical...

Take this one for example:
That's When I'm Happy by Beth Shoshan goes through several activities a little bear does with his parents that make him happy. The last one? Sleeping in his parents' bed, with the sentence "That's when we're happy!" Excuse me, but the last thing I want my toddler to learn is that I enjoy sharing a queen-sized bed with 2 other people. Not OK.

And then there's this one:

None of the fish will play with the Rainbow fish because he has beautiful shining scales and does not want to share them. His loneliness motivates him to give every fish one of his scales, and he suddenly becomes Mr. Popular. Now, I understand that the author is trying to teach children that sharing makes them happy. I get that. But the critic in me can't stand the other fish in the story. Is it really acceptable to withhold friendship unless people give you stuff? Some friends are richer than you, and some are prettier than you. That's life, and that's OK. I loving refer to this one as "The communist book."