DANCING WITH DADDY

The first spread of this rhyming tale shows a charming domestic tableau full of affectionate detail: a teapot on the table where a brown-haired daughter plays cards with her parents, Mama’s bare feet with red toenails, and a windchime tinkling in the open window. A song on the radio brings the cry, “Dance with me, Daddy!” As he swoops her up and they sing along, waving past Mama, they dance outside, where all the cows are inspired to dance. The great willow trees, the fish, and a loon seem to join in, and soon everything from deer to hedgehogs, foxes to fieldmice, and birds to butterflies are part of the dance. “The whole world is dancing!” cries the girl, tucked into bed by her parents in the last frame. Logic is a feeble reed in this instance: the animals sport anthropomorphic expressions and are all actively participating even though it’s night, but the elusive childhood magic of dancing with one’s father is captured with all its silliness and magnificence intact. (Picture book. 4-8)