A young Tyrannosaurus rex awakes amid the jumble of tousled sheets and the clutter of toy trains, yo-yos and blocks. “Dinosaur, dinosaur, wake up with a roar! Grumpy-lumpy dinosaur, stomp across the floor!” But as he breakfasts at the tomato-red table with his mother and baby brother, things are slightly peculiar; the family cat is saber-toothed and the breakfast eggs are rather large. Once the morning process is complete, the young T. rex bursts out the door to greet the sun and his dinosaur friends. The day is filled with jump ropes, soccer balls and exultant mud stomping. As dusk descends, Mom, in her polka-dotted dress, ushers the reluctant dino-kid inside for dinner. Bath time is next and then a bedtime story as he snuggles with his plush wooly mammoth. Thus ends an idyllic day. The illustrations, in this exuberant rhyme, are so evocative they plunk the reader right into the midst of the carefree and magical summer days of childhood or, as in this case, dinosaurhood. If you have a fondness for dinosaurs, rousing words and zingy-bright pictures, then add this to your laptime reading list. (Picture book. 3-5)