Okay, my first instinct was to say
Holy Guacamole! like
SkippyJon Jones would, but it really had nothing to do with this post. And it's only funny if you say it in a Mexican-Siamese-Cat accent, that is. Which I can. Because the SkippyJon Jones books are among the TOP read-alouds on my shelf.
But I digress.
So I picked wombats instead, in honor of one of my favorite picture books, possibly the MOST favorite (but don't tell the others),
Diary Of A Wombat.
If you are unfamiliar with that book, go buy the darn thing. Now. I'll wait.
Diary Of A Wombat is a perfect picture book. Don't just check it out of the library, because after you read it, you will realize that it must be read many, many times and therefore you must have it on hand, at all times, because you just never know when you'll need a wombat fix.
But, actually, this post really has nothing to do with
Diary Of A Wombat either. Kind of false-advertising. But all of this is kinda-sorta related to what I wanted to say in the first place.
You see, wombats, and
Diary Of A Wombat, and Jackie French, are all Australian! AND...
just
take a look and see where
Hush, Little Dragon has taken up residence!!
Aye, mates, I'm jealous of those dragons. Just hope they don't run into too many mischievous wombats down there :)