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Look at me!

Munsch, Robert N. 1945- (Author). Martchenko, Michael. (Added Author).

When Madison gets a single rose painted on her face it starts to grow, but she can't seem to get her family to notice.

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  • ISBN: 9780545994309
  • ISBN: 0545994306
  • Physical Description print
    26 pages : color illustrations
  • Publisher New York ; Toronto : Scholastic Canada, [2008]

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"North Winds Press."
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LSC 19.99

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Look at Me!
Look at Me!
by Munsch, Robert; Martchenko, Michael (Illustrator)
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Look at Me!


A classic Munsch tale with a fresh new look! When Madison's grandma comes for a visit, they visit a face painter in the park. Madison doesn't want an ordinary picture on her face, though -- not a scary face, not a regal tiger, not a delicate butterfly. Instead she asks the face painter for just one really real rose on her cheek. Then the family goes shopping . . . and suddenly the rose starts to GROW. "That's nice," says her dad as he looks at tools in the hardware store. "That's nice," says her mom as she looks at pots in the kitchen store. And at first Madison is intrigued by her amazing painting. But that all ends when she realizes that she has twenty-five roses growing on her, and there is a leaf coming out of her ear! Grandma is the one who finally listens. They go to the doctor, but the doctor doesn't know what to do. Next they go to the garden store, where the clerk suggests weed killer. Madison refuses. She wants to be kind to the rose, so she buys a huge pot and goes home to take a nap next to it. When she wakes up, the rose is growing in the pot. Grandma takes it home and plants it in her garden, where itwaits for its next victim . . .