Bye-Bye, Baby Brother! Mail Harry to the Moon by Robie H. Harris
Before there was Harry,
There was ME!
Before Harry, nobody in my family spit up smelly, yucky, cheesey stuff.
Yesterday Harry did, so I said...
FLUSH HARRY DOWN THE TOILET!
To the disgruntled and obviously jealous preschooler, Harry is nothing but a mess-making spoiler, sent to take slobbery bites out of his banana, chew on his gorilla's nose, and usurp Grandma's lap. Big brother, of course, knows what is to be done about each transgression.
THROW HARRY IN THE TRASH!
STICK HARRY IN THE ZOO!
PUT HARRY BACK INSIDE MOMMY!
And when Harry start to scream late at night, there's just one thing left to do.
MAIL HARRY TO THE MOON!
But when big brother checks his laundry basket spacecraft, Harry is hiding almost unseen among the dirty clothes. Worried, Brother begins to search all the places of banishment. Toilet? No way. Trash can? Not a trace. In the tummy under Mommy's T-shirt? Noooo! Oh, gee. Could Mommy and Daddy really have mailed little Harry all by himself to the moon?
Big Brother readies his rocket ship, adjusts his colander helmet, and takes off to look for himself.
HARRY, I'M COMING!
Of course, when he lands, Brother finds little Harry where he's been all along, hiding right beside the basket. Placing him protectively in the front of his moon lander, the two blast back home, just in time for a fraternal snooze together, with Harry snuggling, head on his brother's shoulder, toy gorilla's foot in his little hand.
Before Harry was born, there was ME.
Now there's ME and HARRY!
Robie Harris' Mail Harry to the Moon is a gently humorous tale of sibling rivalry resolved. Michael Emberley's illustrations are at once both comical and emotionally evocative of the all-too-real feelings between first-born and second-born sons.