
“Those girls are mean.” Lovebug pointed to the two kitties who were picking on Yoko for writing and reading in Japanese.
Japanese is Yoko’s first language, but all of the other kids in the class had English as their first languages. The Mean Kitties didn’t understand her language, so she became their target. It was that easy. We’ve all seen it, haven’t we?
I admit, I had told him the girls weren’t being nice. At the age of four, he is learning what being mean looks like. So when I see it, I point it out; I try to make a lesson out of it if it’s appropriate. And this story is an eloquently appropriate guide for little readers who are drudging through the jungle of meanness vs kindness: recognizing it, responding to it, experiencing it, surviving it.
“Is that boy being mean?” He pointed to a friend of Yoko’s. “Oh, no,” I said. “He is kind. He’s teaching her to write her name in English. He’s a Helper.” (Lovebug and I have had lots of discussions about Helpers; but that’s a story for another day.)
Kindness is contagious, and when it is embraced, it becomes woven into the fabric of our environments. This story comprises the evolution of Yoko being rejected for her differences to Yoko’s differences being celebrated. And Yoko becomes the brave winner in the end as she forgives and becomes the Helper herself. This message is a nice reminder for all of us, not just the little readers.
Yoko Writes Her Name © Copyright 2008 by Rosemary Wells, Hyperion Books for Children (an imprint of Disney Book Group.)


Lovebug giggled when the “silly” lions danced the tango. I giggled at him giggling. The narrative’s rhyming beats guide us through a craftily-implied rhythm. The animals at the Jungle Dance are fun to watch in the warm tones of the sunset, each duo taking its turn to show off their mad dance-floor skills. But, when the dancing stops, their real selves come out. And they aren’t very nice. Gerald the Giraffe is all of us at some point: the awkward one who doesn’t quite fit in. And the other animals laugh and laugh and laugh at him until he creeps away. Defeated. The story touches on my insecurities. It also offers an incredible opportunity for children to learn empathy.
It’s a story of dinosaurs! It’s a story of trucks and trains! It’s a story of dinosaurs driving, piloting, and conducting vehicles. (Rescue vehicles no less!) But it was the train’s “Chugga! Chugga! Chugga!” and the helicopter’s “Choppa! Choppa! Choppa!” that got his attention immediately. Not that Lovebug cares what it’s called, but the use of all that onomatopoeia certainly got my little man hooked on the actions of the Dinosaur Rescue squad. It only took a couple of readings before he was engaging the sounds effects right along with my reading.