Just for fun, Mama wrote down all my questions and comments during this evening’s reading of Where the Wild Things Are:
Why is he building dat fing?
Why is he chasing dat dog?
Why did his mudder call him Wild Fing?
Why are trees growing in his room?
Mama, what happened to his wall? Why is it gone?
Why did Max went outside?
Why is Max in the forest?
Dat says “Max”!
Why is dat fing in the water?
Why is he mad?
Why are they coming toward him?
Why is dat guy riding on his back?
Mama, what is dat guy doing?
Mama, dat is a silly monster I ever seen!
Why did dey made him king?
Why did dey say it was bedtime?
Everyday Daddy put the remnants of my PB&J sandwich on the railing of the back deck for the birds & “squayles”. Daddy looked out this afternoon to see this guy eating all of it! I said, “I love him!”. Daddy & I stood inside the back porch, about 8 feet from him, & watched him til he was done. Then he waddled off behind the garage into the woods behind our house.