My name is Gudule. One day, at the pool, I noticed that Mom's belly was Mom's belly was all round. It was as if she had swallowed a little balloon. That evening, my parents told me that we were going to have a baby... But who is "we"? Is it me too? I never said I wanted a baby! I just wish I could make Mom and Dad understand that their best baby is me.

This book is also available in French: Gudule a un bébé.

My name is Gudule. My little brother, I have to teach him everything. What a job! How to behave, how to eat, how to talk, but most of all how to lie down and sleep! The other day, for example, we had guests for dinner. I decided to show them my beautiful drawings, my flawless dictation from last year and my fantastic butterfly dance. But Gaston was determined to spoil my evening...

This book is also available in French: La folle soirée de Gudule.

My name is Gudule and I have a baby. His name is Gaston, he is my little brother. I don't know if you've noticed how much space babies take up in life. Incredible! And not only in life, by the way... In the boot of the car, too. This year, when Daddy loaded the folding bed, the pram, the potty, the nappies, the toys and the changing mat of Mr. Gaston... I thought we wouldn't be able to fit in! And the holidays were just beginning!

This book is also available in French: Gudule part en vacances.

My name is Gudule and I have a little brother: Gaston. He's pretty cute. But not always. It depends on the day. In any case, he obeys me much less well than my parents. Sometimes he doesn't even want to play the games I've decided on. The other day I put on my painting smock, the rubber gloves from the kitchen, the headphones from the stereo in the living room...

" Are you sick, 'dule?" asked Gaston.

- But no, come on! You're the one who's sick! I'm Dr. Gudule! "

This book is also available in French: Docteur Gudule.