“More turnips, Duck?”
Want to know what New York City children’s librarians do when they get together for big meetings?
They reenact The Dog House by Jan Thomas as readers theater, of course. I’m the house! No lines, just the way I like it. Honestly, I should have held out to play the turnips, but how could I pass up the titular role? These photo shots are a bit foggy but they still convey the ambiance of the scene.
Thanks to John Peters for the pics!
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About Betsy Bird
Betsy Bird is currently the Collection Development Manager of the Evanston Public Library system and a former Materials Specialist for New York Public Library. She has served on Newbery, written for Horn Book, and has done other lovely little things that she'd love to tell you about but that she's sure you'd find more interesting to hear of in person. Her opinions are her own and do not reflect those of EPL, SLJ, or any of the other acronyms you might be able to name. Follow her on Twitter: @fuseeight.
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I see how it is. I leave the city and then y’all get together and rock out The Doghouse. No, no. That’s fine.
Yup. We all got together and said, “Hey! Kiera’s gone! Now we can do all those fun skits based on picture books that we could never do before!” For revenge you should come back to town and put on a one-woman show of “A Birthday for Cow”.
Betsy, Betsy, Besty — it’s “MORE turnips, Duck?”, not “some.” These books are in heavy rotation at my house, and you have not lived until you’ve heard my marginally literate two-year-old son read THE DOGHOUSE aloud. “Oh no! Bah go oof HOUSE!” Do invite us to the next performance!
I could have checked the line. But then I’d have to walk ALL the way over to the other side of the children’s room, and where’s the fun in that?