Little sisters can be such a pain. Ty the tyrannosaurus puts on a fearsome show—“I’M BIGGEST. I’M BADDEST, / AND I’M READY TO EAT. / I NEED SOME FRESH / STEGOSAURUS MEAT!”—but when adoring little Teri repeatedly fastens herself to his ankle with a “Hug oo, Ty rannynormus!” his intended prey tends to wander off, snickering. Head like a giant toothy basketball in the big, fancifully colored prehistoric cartoons, Ty towers over tiny Teri and the other local dinos, and his frustration is just as outsized. Terry manages to pull off the considerable feat of rendering his dinos both toothy and cute—little Teri’s smile stretches from ear to ear, adorable saw-pointed teeth protruding from the upper lip all the way around. No sooner does Ty finally shake the little pest, though, than along comes even bigger and toothier Spinosaurus, ready for a quick snack. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BABY SISTER!” roars Ty, galloping back onto the scene and sending the interloper scuttling off. Truly, a big brother worth the “wuv.” (Picture book. 3-6)
