Successive family members arrive at the house on a sultry summer afternoon, each announcing themselves noisily and expressing their love for the toddler in their own individual way. Each time, the commotion dies down until the next arrival, everyone apparently waiting for something to happen - but what? All the while, the toddler revels in the attention he is receiving and the family delight in his presence.
We've had this book for a few years now and I've recently started reading it all over again - this time to my youngest, who is just 3. Initially, it took me a while to get the hang of the text and it annoyed me that there were, apparently, grammatical errors. I kicked myself when I eventually realised that it's meant to be read with a lilting West Indian rhythm and that the language is actually perfect for the genre. My older two daughters, aged 6 and 5, now creep into the room to listen, unable to resist the charm of the characters, the vibrant illustrations and the poetic rhythm of the text.