In a gunkless corner of the soapy silver soap dish... in a fogless smidgen of his father's foggy shaving mirror... right there on the hot-water faucet, for heaven's sake... he saw it!" Big, bad, BEDHEAD! Oliver's hair is "way out of control." Hair is going every which way, and in the back there's a clump that looks just like a cat's coughed-up fur ball. Drastic measures are in order. Oliver's very helpful family pushes, pulls, waters, spritzes, mousses, and hair-pins the recalcitrant locks, all to no avail. Finally, they remember the one true answer to bedhead: a baseball cap. Off to school Oliver goes, everything fine and dandy until he makes a horrible discovery: today is class picture day, and hats are not allowed. Margie Palatini's hilarious story will ring painfully true for bedheadites of all ages. Her riotous dialogue flows free and wild, to the most splendid accompaniment of Jack E. Davis's big-faced (and big-haired) comic illustrations. Anyone who has ever suffered the trauma of bedhead--you know who you are--will weep grateful and giddy tears of joy to read this hairy adventure. A terrific read-aloud. (Ages 6 and older) -- Emilie Coulter