School Library Journal Review
PreS-When three-year-old Mitchell is reluctant to go to bed, his father issues him a driver's license and becomes his vehicle to bed. The two drive throughout the house, stopping to clean the windshield (Dad's glasses), add oil (water from the sippy cup), and honk the horn (Dad's nose). There is a minor collision, but the car seems undamaged and Mitchell becomes a better driver. The circuitous route to bed becomes more direct when he decides that they need gas and takes a detour to the cookie jar. Both father and son look ready for bed after the night's excursion. Digitally created cartoons capture the energetic child and his speedy car. The full-page artwork and text complement each other. Young readers will be tickled, and parents will appreciate the creative bedtime play.-Carolyn Janssen, Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County, OH (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Publisher's Weekly Review
Durand's (Dessert First) first picture book, an extended-and charming-gag, describes three-year-old Mitchell's bedtime treat. Perched on his long-suffering parent's shoulders, he gets to drive his father to bed, shifting into reverse by pulling on his father's ear, beeping the horn by bonking his nose, and topping off the "car's" oil by pouring the contents of his sippy cup down his father's throat. (The father coughs wildly; "The car was sputtering a little," Durand writes.) The pacing is riotous, stopping only for a little before-bed discipline ("This is the gas station," says Mitchell, heading for the cookie jar. " 'No,' said the car. Mitchell was surprised because the car had never spoken before.") Fucile's (Bink and Gollie) big spreads burst with comic energy; his background in animation and character development is evident in the way the father's face morphs from interest to exasperation and exhaustion. Digital illustrations experiment with pixilated, pastel-like lines and textures-great for whooshes of motion or a flashlight's beam, less so for the flush of a cheek or the father's hipster eyewear. It's a minor cavil, though; this one is destined for family favoritehood. Ages 3-7. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.