THE SORRY LIFE OF TIMOTHY SHMOE

Everyone has been Timothy Shmoe at one time or another.

He’s not a jerk or even “a bad kid.” He just moves from one catastrophe to another, clueless about consequences but always offering an apology of sorts and slowly figuring out the rules of life. When Timothy honestly tells Aunt Gladys that he doesn’t like the ginormous lime-green sweater (decorated with a large orange carrot) she knitted for him, his written apology is just as candid. “I said that because Dad says I must always tell the truth. / I guess he isn’t telling the truth about that.” When Timothy gives in to rage and ruins his sister’s science project, he acknowledges in his note to her that he’s learned his lesson and explains he wishes she let him play with her and her friends. Like many children, Timothy talks back, practices sports in the house, is egged into mischief by his siblings, and plays too rough with a pet. His parents always correct him, but “no matter what Timothy did or how often he did it… / His family loved him just the same.” Uncluttered cartoon illustrations of his misdeeds and the large handwritten apologies that accompany them provide room for discussion. Timothy’s mom presents White, and his dad has olive skin and dark hair; Timothy and his siblings share a skin tone in between. Great-Nanny Gough’s unexpected wheelchair ride will spark conversations about family members who require special considerations.

Kids and adults alike will identify.