Henry can’t quite say “cheese” right, but he knows he’s supposed to say it when someone approaches him with a camera. In fact, as soon as he sees a camera, he makes a beeline for the picture-taker with his face all scrunched-up smiley (something he learned from Vivi) chanting “chee” over and over.
Henry is happiest when he's looking at or playing with or reading about cars and trucks and fire engines and bulldozers -- pretty much anything with wheels or that makes a loud, growly noise. This book has all that (and if you're a little nutty like me, you can add the sound effects).
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