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.

It's pretty simplistic. It kind of makes me think of Richard Scarry's Cars and Trucks and Things that Go, which my kid had a copy of and which was a lot more interesting than this book, but apparently a lot of fun to rip into pieces as well.

It's a good message, just not a very interesting story.

I'm not really sure what the message is. It seems to have a message, but then loses it.

There's no real message. It doesn't really go anywhere. The animals don't really do anything. There aren't any characters. Nobody really has a personality.

It's just supposed to be a lift-the-flap book, but I think by the time the kids are old enough to lift the flaps without just tearing them to shreds, they're kind of beyond this. Maybe most kids aren't as destructive as mine was.

And even if they were real bones, dogs don't just like love bones. In the same way that mice just don't love cheese. This is just inane. There's no real message. There's no real point.

It starts out having a point and then kind of loses track of it halfway through. It's a strange ending to have in something that seemed like it was going to have a moral.

Another stupid old Berenstain Bears book where Papa tries to teach Small Bear how to ride a bike and keeps not listening to his own advice and getting maimed and mangled in various ways, and Small Bear just thanks him for showing him what not to do.