TO THE BEACH!

Who ever remembers to bring all that is needed for a day at the beach? No one. However, this family is particularly inept. Set to Ashman’s rhymes, they hit the road early, only to realize they forgot the dog. Home again. Back in the car, driving off, they discover they forgot the ball and net. Home. Away. What about the ducky pail? Home. Away. The beach umbrella? Home. Away. The cooler, tote, boat, kite, fishing gear? To and fro, until at last, thoroughly laden, on the road again, a thunderstorm squashes all ideas of sand and surf. Cruelly, even the traffic home is bad. What kid, or parent, won’t identify with this tale of woe? Westcott’s art ably captures the gathering frenzy, the unraveling of every nerve fiber. But Ashman’s verse is so light of foot, readers will laugh rather than wince. The moral of the story: Live by a beach. Wouldn’t it be nice? (Picture book. 3-6)