"Use your head!" That's what your parents, grandparents, even your teacher says all the time.
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There's a little jingle in your pocket, and you can't wait to spend it. So what will you buy? Will you purchase candy or a toy?
Science is an interesting thing. It can tell you why the sky is blue and your cat isn't; why you kinda resemble your great-grandpa, if you squint; and when's the best time to go moon watching.
For almost every day of your life, someone's reminded you to share. Usually, it's about sharing your toys, but that's not all. You share games, the sofa, your ideas, snacks and any chore that needs four hands.
When school started this year, you felt a little strange.
Peanut butter and jelly. Bacon and eggs. Rock 'n' roll, Mario and Luigi, Whip/Nae Nae, Batman and Robin. Some things just naturally go together; they belong in pairs.
Ever since you were born, you've loved music. Your mother tells stories of you bopping in your crib, baby-dancing to songs on the radio.
Your favorite hangout isn't all that fancy. It's comfortable, though: You've got places to sit, flat surfaces for your stuff, and your friends are always around.
If it was a snake, it would've bit you. Odd words from your grandmother, meaning that whatever you were looking for was practically right in front of you but you didn't see it.
How many leaves are on the tree outside your window? That's a question you may not be able to answer. How could you even count them all?
Pick up your toys! How boring is that? It's much more exciting to get things out than it is to put them away, right?
Wrapping is for ripping. Ribbons are for untying, and boxes are for dumping out and climbing in. And why not?
On your first day of school, you become a first-grader.
Summer's almost over, and when you go back to school, there's one thing you're going to miss: your dog.
You are a big kid. No, you're not a baby anymore. You can tie your shoes, comb your own hair, and nobody needs to feed you.
For months now, you've been growing out your hair.
Let’s get this out in the open: “Rusty Summer” is OK. A six out of 10, just slightly better than middling. In its favor, I liked the characters in this book; they’re all decent people, the kind you’d want in your corner. I was truly drawn to their good hearts. What I didn’t like was the overabundance of slang here.
His guide, Thelma Rudd, confirmed it. Oliver, known as “Boo” to his classmates because of his pale-pale skin, had been “rebirthed.” He’d “passed” into this place everyone called “Town,” where he’d forever be 13 years old, skinny and non-athletic.
Starting with the fall semester of high school, mother-daughter authors Margo Ewing Woodacre and Steffany Bane Carey walk readers through everything from choosing a college, studying for SATs and packing for the big move, all the way through secondary education and for a year or two beyond in “I’ll Miss You Too.”
In the new book “The Red Bicycle” by Jude Isabella, illustrated by Simone Shin, one boy’s outgrown bike becomes another child’s treasure.
Even kids who are brimming with self-confidence will understand how Fergus Pig feels when presented with someone who seems to outshine him.
With a starting point of a basic princess story, author Betsy Schow moves with lightning speed through just about every fairy tale and fantasy story you can remember.
“A Sky of Diamonds” explains the basic grieving process through the eyes of a little girl who’s suffered a big loss.
A book leads four youths on an out-of-body adventure in “The Trap.”
In the new book “Lizzie and the Last Day of School” by Trinka Hakes Noble, illustrated by Kris Aro McLeod, an ending is just a beginning.