Nobody knows if this is true or not, but rumor has it that President Taft, an enormous man, couldn’t get out of his bathtub one day. In Mac Barnett’s iteration of this version, Taft called upon everyone from his cabinet for advice on how to get himself out.
“Blast it,” Taft bellows, repeatedly, when the members of his staff come up with one bad idea after another, such as greasing him up with lobster butter or blasting him out of the tub with dynamite. Naturally nobody listens to Taft’s long-suffering wife until the very end, when it is apparent that she is the most sensible of the entire lot. This book is very silly with totally outrageous illustrations by Chris Van Dusen, who I wrote about some time ago here. The book reminded me of King Bidgood, too, which is another funny story about someone important in the bathtub.
This book is raucous. I defy you to find me a child who doesn’t love it. ABZ