An inane, contrived story. They suddenly decide to move to a larger apartment. The end.

A highly repetitive book, which is par for the course from Margaret Wise Brown. Every single animal in the frigging world is going to sleep.

There's no real point. Pretty much everything is interchangeable. The characters are interchangeable. The plot points could have happened in any order.

Huh? I'm so confused. It's like they didn't even care enough to finish the book.

Well, that was a complete lack of a story. This is from a time when people thought that you had to explicitly teach people these things. You don't!

It really supports the idea of swallowing your pride and apologizing, accepting the blame for something. I really like that message.

Maybe they could have a more natural consequence, like not being able to find what they're looking for, or falling over things that have been left in the middle of the floor. That happens too, and that could be a realistic consequence instead of Mama making threats because she's being taking advantage of as a parent.

It's descriptive. The pictures are all line drawings, very simple, with not a lot of detail. There's also not a lot of detail in the story.

The doctor prescribes Papa some medicine for his cold, which is not a thing that exists. There is no medicine that gets prescribed for colds. They're viruses, not bacteria. But, hey.

It's kind of weird. I've known kids to be into animals and possibly boats, but being into the ocean itself is kind of strange.