Via amazon.com, this is apparently the scholarly tome Da Mayah is reading to the kiddies.
Reviews:
4.0 out of 5 stars For Lovers of the Stink!, By J. Liberty "jimlib" (Van Nuys, CA USA)
... "I Stink" by Kate and Jim McMullan is the book for you. This is a really fun book that follows a trash truck as he makes his rounds. The artwork is really unique and the trash truck is pretty funny. You also get a chance to run down the alphabet by naming some of the yucky stuff in the trash truck. It's a unique and funky book, but kids really enjoy it. I thought the artwork was particularly unique and well done.
Defecation: The Book, March 7, 2004
By E. R. Bird "Ramseelbird" (Manhattan, NY) - The most testosterone laden picture book ever conceived and executed. You thought "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel" was a tad bit too masculine for your kids? Then forgo the wonders of "I Stink". A rip roaring celebration of the joys of sanitation (THERE's a new word for your kids to learn!) this book follows the daily work of a garbage truck as it makes its daily rounds in the wee hours of the day. The book is so good natured in its exclamations you just can't help but love it either. And trust me, the kids will.
Here's how the book begins. No namby-pamby openers for this morning vehicle. "Who am I? I've got lights. Ten WIDE tires. No A.C., not me. I've got doubles: Steering wheels, gas pedals, brakes. I am totally DUAL OP". You half expect this truck to disintegrate into a series of well-chosen cuss words, it's so certain of its own glory. Acting more like an Oscar the Grouch in garbage truck form, the dirty monstrosity exhibits its own forms of belching before launching into the ABC's of its morning diet. A word of warning: don't read this book too early in the morning. You may find yourself growing nauseous (even as your kids howl for more) reading about fish heads, ugly (stained) underpants, and year-old yams. The authors aren't squeamish about defecation either. Here we can clearly see dirty diapers, kitty litter, and puppy poo (not to put too fine a point on it). The truck then explains how indispensable he (I'm only assuming it's male, but it's a pretty clear guess) is summarizing the predicament we'd be in. Without the Sanitation Department, "You're on Mount Trash-o-rama, baby". Never thought you'd ever hear a garbage truck call you "baby"? You obviously could not have predicted this book.