MONKEY BEDTIME

What’s the harm in letting one tiny monkey into the house?

A young tot getting ready for bed sees a pygmy marmoset outside in the rain. He lets the creature inside, and they have fun jumping on the bed and playing with toys. But then, the little critter scampers downstairs and lets more primates in. Soon there are howlers, capuchins, baboons, and more, all over the house. The boy’s mother is upstairs tending to the baby and isn’t sure what’s going on. But the youngster has it covered, with a string of confident replies: “ ‘I’m coming, Mom,’ I shouted back. / ‘Just tidying my toys!’ ” Mayhem that rivals that of a certain cat (in a certain hat) ensues. The text bounces along in rhyming couplets, matching the rhythm of the monkeys’ swings. Gregory’s cartoonish art is full of motion and mischief, with jelly handprints on the walls and scuttling little rascals flipping and climbing everywhere. The frenetic pace crashes to a halt when the monkeys realize how upset the little boy is getting. Contrite, they quickly clean everything up and march in a line out the front door. The little boy is light-skinned, while his mom is slightly darker-skinned. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

Gives a whole new meaning to “monkeying around” before bedtime.