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 :)