This is typical Robert Munsch stuff, children being wild and getting exactly what they want. Kids are sure to love it.

A grandmother tries to take her granddaughter for a special dinner. In characteristic Munsch style, the grandmother turns down hamburgers, chicken, and taco restaurants while the granddaughter increases her pleading. They go to a fancy restaurant where the granddaughter demands things that are not on the menu. She finally insists on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the crusts and swamp water to drink. The waiter and the cook give her what she wants. Then the girl takes the sandwiches and throws them to the ducks outside. Grandma asks for ten more peanut butter sandwiches to feed the ducks.

If you’re looking for something with a message or any redeeming value, this isn’t it. If you plan on taking your child to a fancy restaurant, I would avoid this book. But if you want a good laugh, it will provide that.

Please mention to your child that feeding bread, especially with jam and peanut butter, is bad for ducks. ( )

Swamp Water is another witty and colourful tale from Robert Munsch and Michael Martchenko.

Victoria's grandmother takes Victoria out for lunch. Chaos ensues because fancy food and kids don't mix. Victoria tries to order kiddy foods such as hamburgers, chicken, and PB & J sandwiches. Poor Victoria has to explain to the waiter and the chef what a PB & J sandwich is and how to make one, since the restaurant has the ingredients, but they insist they don't have them.

The title refers to Victoria's drink of choice (swamp water is a mixture of pop/juice that resembles the colour of a swamp). It's the last insulting straw to the waiter, who has already been offended by her choice of food.

I chuckled at how the waiter phrased his asking Victoria what she would like to order: "Would you like our Fancy Restaurant Fancy Lunch?" Whatever the waiter actually asked doesn't matter; this is what a child would hear when someone spews strange words at them, when there's fancy china on the table, and a well-dressed waiter staring down at them.

I can't decide if I dislike the waiter, or if I pity him. Victoria isn’t as bratty as some of the kids that Munsch writes about, but the grandmother does let her get away with her behaviour. The grandmother smiles good-naturedly throughout Victoria's outbursts, as if her charming granddaughter is being adorable, rather than stubborn and rude. There is no parental control over children here, but it wouldn't be funny if Grandma sternly told Victoria to calm down and ordered something edible for her.

Nonetheless, Swamp Water is a hilariously realistic story that gently mocks fancy restaurants that do not accommodate kids. This is not a story with a moral at the end, but it is funny in typical-Munsch fashion. Kids can appreciate Victoria's determination to order something edible at a fancy restaurant and parents can appreciate the hilarious and realistic comment on what it's like to dine at a fancy restaurant with kids.

Bottom line: we've all been the kid who just wants chicken fingers at a place that would never DARE serve anything like it. ( )