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When I Grow Up
When I Grow Up
When I Grow Up
When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up

Product ID : 16832005

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UPC / ISBN 0061926914
Shipping Weight 1 lbs
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Binding: Hardcover
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Manufacturer HarperTorch
Shipping Dimension 10.98 x 10 x 0.59 inches
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Author Al Yankovic
Brand Random House Books For Young Readers
Edition 1st
Number Of Pages 32
Package Quantity 1
Publication Date 2011-02-01
Release Date 2011-02-01
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Amazon Best Books of the Month, February 2011: Eight-year-old Billy gives a flamboyant show-and-tell presentation, reciting for the class and his hapless teacher Mrs. Krupp, all the professions he has in mind for his future. From master snail trainer to dinosaur-dusting museum curator, the possibilities he imagines are seemingly endless. Billy’s great-grandfather is his inspiration, having had many different jobs and who, at age 103, still doesn’t know what he wants to be. Billy’s carefree enthusiasm is contagious, and the bubbling rhythm of When I Grow Up makes it a lively read-aloud.--Seira Wilson Amazon Exclusive: A Q&A with Al Yankovic Q: Did you know what you wanted to be when you were Billy’s age? Yankovic: When I was eight? I think chronologically that was sometime after I wanted to design miniature golf courses but before I wanted to be a writer for MAD magazine. I’ll guess that was about the time when I wanted to be a fireworks-maker. Thankfully I didn’t blow any fingers off. Q: What is the weirdest job you’ve ever had? Yankovic: I was an accordion repo man. During my summer breaks from college, I had a job giving accordion lessons to kids at a local music school. The kids usually didn’t own their own accordions, so we had to lend the instruments out . . . for as long as they were still taking lessons. If they ever stopped taking lessons and didn’t return the instrument, it was a job for . . . Accordion Repo Man! Actually, it wasn’t all that difficult—usually they were more than happy to hand the accordions ba