Yesterday when I was three, I had to take a nap. But today is my birthday. Four-year-olds don't need naps."" So Fay insists, even after spilling her milk, crying from a scraped knee, and knocking over some ""little glass horses"" at a shop. At night, ""Mother sang when she tucked me in. I think she was happy because I'm four. And I don't need a nap anymore."" Mothers reading aloud will no doubt wink back at Zagone above their offsprings' nodding heads--but as the book is ostensibly for four-year-olds, why rub it in? And if this is Fay's birthday, where's the celebration?