We are very often silly at home or even out and about. We roll down non-existent hills in the park and sing silly songs while walking around town. As a parent, my dignity takes a back seat when it comes to having safe fun with my child. My husband has just peeked over my shoulder and would like to remind me that I was this way before Bug. Oh well. In any event, I like silly books that can laugh at themselves and make us, in turn laugh. Camp Rex does this with such wonderful finesse and grace.
The book is laid out as a guide to camping and hiking in the great outdoors but it’s soon evident that even though all the characters (dinosaurs included) are wearing scout uniforms, they don’t know anything about camping. They’re respectful but constantly at odds with the nature surrounding them. In the end, they return to they’re backyard enjoying the most honored of camping traditions from the comfort of their own home, roasting marshmallows.
Molly Idle’s delightful illustrations don’t give us much of a background story. Why are this lady and her son marching around with a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Stegosaurus, Triceratops, and Pterodactyl in tow? It doesn’t matter. It’s a silly story, embracing its silliness. The dinosaurs cleverly go about pitching tents and roasting marshmallows in such a ridiculous way, that even Bug was laughing and he’s never even been camping.
It was cute, entertaining for all the parties reading it, and endearing. We’ll definitely be checking out more Molly Idle books in the future.