Arguably the first Jewish children’s book that wasn’t a didactic snore-inducer. K’ton Ton may have been the size of a thumb, but he was a robust, rambunctious little guy: Whether dodging the flashing blade of a fish chopper, getting folded into a hamentashen, riding on a lulav, or whipping down the street on a spinning dreidl, the kid was a wee, early action hero, a role model for the littlest American Jews.