This literary equivalent of the Look Who’s Talking films, originally published in 1988, sees its first American edition. “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.” That’s George—who was actually born four weeks ago—talking to his astonished big sister Laura in this whimsical account of child prodigy-hood run amok. Unable to keep quiet, George is soon ordering his dazzled parents around, drilling Laura in her times tables, and, ultimately, going public at his first birthday with a polite thank-you speech to a circle of open-mouthed relatives. All the while, he’s struggling to get out of diapers as soon as possible and to develop enough coordination to hold a pencil. Brown’s ink drawings, all deceptively normal-looking domestic scenes, add to the tongue-in-cheek air. In the end, Laura asks George what he wants to be when he grows up: Prime Minister? (“That wouldn’t get my vote.”) Judge? (“The verdict is no.”) Explorer? (“No way.”)—“When I grow up, I’m going to write funny stories for children.” Good choice. (Fiction. 9-11)