At age four and a half, I. eats stories for breakfast, and demands for it all day. He asks mostly from D. And I pitch in to give him a healthy dose.
"Where the Wild Things Are" is one of the stories he can read along to, a favorite among those I read to him. We both love the drawings. We set ourselves off to a wild rumpus when we read it. It's always fun, with sparks of unpretentious, ambiguous profundity.
There's a movie adaptation by Spike Jonze.
It gets more wild, and crazy, more incredibly real. Children really are like that, and so are adults. So we had to do some explaining. And it's really beginning, he's figuring out some many things on his own. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!”
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