Grandpa’s no chump. The grandchildren have come to the farm for the day and they hurtle through the door with all manner of wild news: The cows are loose! The pigs are in the tomatoes! The sheep are eating the neighbor’s lawn! “Grandpa, oh, Grandpa! / The goats are all freed! / They’re running around / in a smelly stampede!” But Grandpa knows that it’s April 1st and he isn’t biting, except on a little bacon after he hears about the pig, and an egg after he hears about the hens. Both Bateman and Westcott keep pace with all this: the text alternately hysterical and deadpan, the artwork aflurry one moment and placid the next. When Grandma notes to Grandpa that it isn’t April Fools’ Day until tomorrow, he heads out the door as if he’s been goosed. Grandma triumphs: it really is the fool’s day. Okay, so Grandpa is a chump. (Picture book. 4-7)
