It's not fair that Clothilde's father has returned from World War I so disfigured that he retreats to the boathouse as a recluse. It's not fair that her brother has abandoned the family to live with his rich grandfather in Boston. It's not fair that her m
Sam the lamb has a bad cold. But every time he thinks he is going to sneeze, he only gets as far as "Baa . . . ahhh . . ." No choo!Sarah Weeks′ rhyming tale and Jane Manning′s lively art make for a hilarious barnyard romp.Ages 4+
Do you remember middle school? Are you trying to forget, thank you very much?Well, these ten short stories will certainly remind young readers of the trials and tribulations of their everyday existence . . . and make them laugh out loud at the same time.F
Your 3-year-old loves the silliness of outrageous stories.Tips for reading and sharing:Your child will also love Mrs. McNosh Hangs Up Her WashAsk your child to describe the story by looking at the picturesMake up other silly events that could happen in t
Jamie Reardon has always heard that bad things come in threes. So after his cat, Mister, dies, his father leaves, and his aunt Sapphy has an accident that causes her memory to develop a skip, Jamie hopes his life will go back to being as normal as cornfla
Guy is convinced that the man and woman with whom he has lived all his life cannot possibly be what they claim to be--his parents. They're too weird! Would anyone else's mother tie-dye every pair of underwear in the house? Would anyone else's father perfo
Sweet little baby bunny is as cute as can be, but turn your back for just one minute and--uh-oh, he's throwing everything overboard! The peachy peaches are going overboard! Squeaky, leaky rubber ducky? He's overboard! And so are the jammies and the diaper
A giggle-producing beginning reader from New York Times bestselling author Sarah WeeksEach Monday at dawn, Mrs. Nelly McNosh brings out a barrel and does a big wash.Mrs. McNosh's wash is certainly big—and definitely wacky. You'll be surprised to see wha
I'm sitting in the time-out chair because my mother put me there. She said, "You try my patience, child! I do not like it when you're wild." Wild? Who me? That is so absurd. How could she even use that word? If I were a lion. I'd growl and roar And knoc
