It's nighttime, my little one. Climb into bed. I don't want to sleep -- I'll go sailing instead. There's only one problem: Your ship has no sail. I'm tying my boat to the tail of a whale. Cuddle up with this warm and loving tale of a feisty little girl and a mother who understands her daughter's reluctance for bedtime. After all, who wants to sleep when there are so many adventures ahead?
Bedtime for a little one brings an imaginary journey to the North Pole to cuddle and play with the many animals there.
Illustrations and rhyming text reveal what sailboats, cruise ships, canoes, and other vessels do to get ready for bed after a hard day's work.
You know where you can go? The f**k to sleep.” Go the Fuck to Sleep is a book for parents who live in the real world, where a few snoozing kitties and cutesy rhymes don’t always send a toddler sailing blissfully off to dreamland.
Stop Tweeting and Go to Sleep, Mr. President (the all-ages edition of the similarly-named book by the same author) is a bedtime book for civilized citizens who live in the real world, where a few snoozing kitties and cutesy rhymes don't ...
Colourfully illustrated and hilariously funny, this is a breath of fresh air for parents new, old and expectant.* *(You probably shouldn't read this to your children.)
With illustrations by John Spreincer McKellyanne Huckamucci, Stop F**king Tweeting and Go the F**k to Sleep, Mr. President is horrifying, hopeless, and tear ducts-wettingly sad--a book for Americans new, old, and expectant.
They’ve learned a lot and a great deal of their wisdom appears in this book, where specific situations mix with general guidelines. As a bonus, Lin writes very well.
"It takes thousands of hours of sailing to get the kind of knowledge contained in this book." -- from the Foreword by Bruce Schwab The ONLY bible for how to sail your boat fast, safe, and alone Solo sailing is within any sailor's grasp with ...
Damning the latter heartily, we let the hawser go, made sail and began to claw our way off the coast. ... It was 'all hands on deck' — it had been ever since breakfast — and throughout that night there was no sleep for anybody.
By this time we had become used to it, and there was no more to do except sleep. ... Charles lit the coal stove; we found some porridge, which had fallen into Dillaway's bunk off the stove, and fried it for breakfast, and with a tiny ...