Worth a Thousand Words

Babysitting my niece and nephew tonight was an exercise in mass picture book reading.  In the time it took my brother and sister-in-law to watch Harry Potter 6.5, we read:

• Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
• The Poky Little Puppy
• What Do You Do with a Kangaroo?
• Baby Mine
• The Color Kittens
• Five Little Monkeys

Up next would have been Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, and then maybe the first Harry Potter (despite being only half a story, the new movie is really long).

I was perfectly happy with this arrangement, because I love picture books.  As an undergrad, I studied in the children's lit section of the BYU library, so I could break up major cram sessions with an occasional Caldecott.  There was also a great mural there, which provided plenty of opportunity for avoidance behavior (and can provide some for you right now, if so desired).

 
As far as children's books go, I'm quite partial to Where the Wild Things Are and Frog and Toad.  Anyone else have a favorite?