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Broach (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Shakespeare's Secret) and Caldecott Medalist Small's (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">So You Want to Be President?) deadpan delivery of a delectably over-the-top premise makes this tall-format picture book a virtually guaranteed crowd-pleaser. At the bakery with his mother, the freckle-faced narrator spies an odd sign above the doughnut case: “Buy a Dozen Get a Dinosaur.” They make the purchase, expecting a toy, but the bakery lady trots out a triceratops. When the boy's flummoxed mother cries, “How are we supposed to get <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">that home?” the proprietor responds with a sardonic smile, “Oh, don't worry, he'll follow you. They always do.” After his doctor's appointment, the boy asks for a sticker, but the nurse announces that there are no stickers today, “just dinosaurs,” and the receptionist presents him with a stegosaurus. His mother prudently refuses to stop at the shoe store, movie theater and diner, but the boy picks up a pterosaur at the barber shop and uses a doughnut to lure home a hadrosaur (“It wasn't my fault” he disingenuously tells readers). Beleaguered by prehistoric pets, Mom comes up with a brilliant solution. Small fuels his watercolor-and-ink art with just the right dose of hyperbole, comically relaying the boy's elation and the mother's distress at the expanding menagerie. This well-balanced romp packs an outsize helping of humor. Ages 3-7. (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Sept.)
ALA Booklist (Sat Sep 01 00:00:00 CDT 2007)The young redheaded narrator hates going on errands with his mother. What could be more boring? But then something amazing happens. At every store they visit, a free gift comes with their purchase. Not a toy, not a lollipop dinosaur. A triceratops at the bakery, a pterosaur at the barbershop. At the doctor's office the boy begs for a shot; it comes with a stegosaurus. This is a one-joke tale, but Small's illustrations heighten the humor in every way, shape, and form. Using two-page spreads to best advantage, he fills the pages with dinosaurs doing all sorts of smile-producing activities: eating out of the garbage truck, sliding down a slide, cleaning the gutters. In fact, Mom finds all sorts of chores for the dinos to do (tail spikes come in handy for hanging wet laundry). The final spread, a bring-your-own-dinosaur party in the backyard, complete with giant reptiles frolicking in the pool, will have kids giggling for sure. Dinosaur lovers will love this.
Horn Book (Tue Apr 01 00:00:00 CDT 2008)From the moment the triceratops bursts out of the bakerys back room ("buy a dozen, get a dinosaur"), this very tall tale grabs readers attention. Small's energetic watercolor and ink illustrations are a perfect choice for such an absurdist dream-come-true for dinosaur fans. Kids will go wild for this story of dinosaurs as suburban pets.
Kirkus ReviewsWhat if one day every merchant in town offered up, and indeed, insisted that shoppers take home a live dinosaur (free) with every purchase? That's what happens to a boy and his mother in this sweet, absurd story that unfolds very much like a dream—or a nightmare, depending on the reader's perspective on having a large dinosaur as a pet. In Small's comical, wonderfully expressive watercolor-and-ink drawings, it's easy to identify the mother's reaction to the bonus triceratops (free with a dozen doughnuts); stegosaurus (from the doctor instead of stickers); and pterosaur (from the barber instead of the usual balloon): unmitigated horror, inversely proportionate to her son's delight. The hulking beasts are irresistibly endearing, though, as they wait patiently, doglike, for their new owners outside all the town establishments and ultimately, once at home in the family's backyard, prove their worth as household laborers, cleaning gutters and rescuing far-flung Frisbees. In the end, the boy's friends bring their own newly acquired dinos over to his house for a poolside party—and he knows Mom has truly come around when she calls the baker for more doughnuts. (Picture book. 4-7)
School Library JournalPreS-Gr 1-In a playful take on the stickers and lollipops that bored kids sweep up at businesses as parents do errands, Broach imagines what would happen if a dinosaur were the giveaway of the day. A boy's increasing delight at the freebies he collects from the bakery, the doctor, and barber contrast with his mother's increasing panic and dismay as the lumbering beasts start to accumulate. When they acquire the fourth behemoth, Mom decides that the errands are done and whisks everyone home. Once there, she finds some unique ways to put the stegosaurus, triceratops, hadrosaur, and pterosaur to good use doing household chores. Small's sketchy, tongue-in-cheek watercolor-and-ink artwork perfectly captures the boy's exuberance, the dinosaurs' mass, and the hubbub that a city full of these reptiles would create. Dinosaur lovers will enjoy seeing their favorite creatures pictured and named, though the book's appeal won't just be for them. Both listeners and independent readers will appreciate the humor in the text, and the book will spark imaginations and discussions on what else might make great giveaways.-Marge Loch-Wouters, Menasha Public Library, WI Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
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From beloved duo Elise Broach and David Small comes an adorable picture book about a little boy who gets a free dino with purchase!
Free gift with purchase: Dinosaurs!
Wait—free what?!
Just when a little boy thinks he’s going to die of boredom from running errands with his mom, the most remarkable, the most stupendous thing happens. He discovers that on this day, and this day only, stores everywhere are giving away a very special treat with any purchase. No, not the usual lollipop or sticker. Something bigger. Much, MUCH bigger. It’s a dream come true, except…what exactly do you do with these Jurassic treats? And how do you convince Mom to let you keep them?