The hugging and rocking back and forth become literal thanks to pull-tabs in this 3-D rendition of the 1986 classic.
Pop-ups take the creepiness of Munsch’s paean to helicopter parenting to a whole new level, as opening gatefolds cause the crawling white (apparently single) mother’s head to rise eerily over the edge of her 2-year-old’s bed and to peer through his door in the night when he’s a teenager. Otherwise the special effects are confined to simple backing and forthing or small, often disjointed motions that add little except physical fragility to the art. The text is unchanged, as are McGraw’s illustrations—which, what with the teen’s Walkman, the touch-tone phones, and the grown-up son’s preppy pullover, have not aged well—and the plot still follows its circular course to the final scene of the young dad rocking a baby who is, to judge from the lack of any visible or narrative evidence of female agency, stolen or adopted.
Superfluous. (Pop-up picture book. 3-6, adult)