This is the book you grab when there's a new baby coming and your preschooler is already side-eyeing the crib. It's gentle, it's smart, and it doesn't talk down to kids.
Keats nails the emotional truth: Peter isn't a brat for being jealous, and he doesn't need a lecture—he needs to feel seen. The ending (he's literally too big for the chair now) is perfect because it lets him save face while choosing generosity.
The art is lovely if you like collage textures, though some modern kids raised on Pixar-level color saturation might find it muted. And yes, it's short—this is a 5-minute read, max. But for what it does, it does beautifully. A classic that actually earns the title.







