“My father knows the names of things, / Each bird that sings, / Their nicknames, too, // He knows the names of dogs / And cheese // And seven words that all mean blue.” In this easy, graceful verse, a child celebrates his father’s expertise. Not only does dad know “a dozen...words for night,” he knows about soaps, dinosaurs, bugs and flowers. It’s a sweetly clever look at the phase in childhood when the parent is still omnipotent; as such, it’s uniquely disarming in a season full of lockstep rhyming couplets and unmitigated gush. Jorisch’s loose, whimsical watercolors makes clear the gentle, confident command that the father exerts on the child’s world. There is time enough for kids to learn their parents have feet of clay—this breath of fresh air is just right until then. (Picture book. 2-5)
