I think I need to be friends with Robert Weinstock and Pam Smallcomb. First of all, they're pals of James Proimos, who lives around here somewheres and is a lot of fun to run into at book festivals and the like. (And whose own books are great, not to mention the animation - NICE animation.)
Secondly, Pam Smallcomb and Robert Weinstock appear to know how to be good friends - if this book is any indication.
But I'm not reviewing this book, so I'm not going to explain that statement.
And thirdly, if you go to Robert Weinstock's website, you are rewarded with poetry (and other stuff).
Slacks
I admit that it was a mistake
To make myself pants out of tape.
They’re no good for dancing,
Advancing, or prancing,
And offer slim chance of escape.
Robert Weinstock wrote Food Hates You, Too, which I gave to my friend Kiley (the one who shook Johnny Depp's hand at a car show when she was fourteen) when she was the kindergarten classroom assistant at our school, and that book was full of the funniest rhymes. Come to think of it, I should have bought myself a copy too. Now I have two reasons to pull Kiley's hair!
Fourth, uh, -ly (I am not sure I've ever seen an adverbial four, and I am for sure not sure I would know how to pronounce it), Pam Smallcomb is also a very funny person, and a bananas crafter. Her blog and her Etsy store are full of these excellent little stuffed dolls that manage to be demented and wholesome at the same time. I also suspect she is married to the aforementioned James Proimos. They're close, in any case. I can tell by the dolls.
And if you are not interested in lumpy little reptilian friends making art and dressing up and discussing their respective strengths and weaknesses (I am clearly an Evelyn, for I am good at circus arts and terrible at cookies) then for goodness sake do not pick up this colorful, friendly, inventive book. You are not the type of person who needs to know that sweatbands are making a comeback.
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