The Burrow

A piece I stole from Michelle's Facebook page.... be sure to read today's main post, too.

wereaditlikethis.blogspot.com I heard about Maurice Sendak's death on the radio, driving to one of my therapies.  I try to find a positive frame of mind on these trips; sometimes that's easier than others.  NPR was chirping on and on about his life and work;  I heard none of it.  I was on the floor with The Cuters, everyone smelling newly bathed and feeling snuggle-worthy, watching anatomically correct Mickey fall through the dark and out of his clothes and into The Night Kitchen. The naked little boy was surprising to the kids the first time they saw him.  After that, he was just Mickey. tvtropes.org And then there was Max, mighty, brave, beast-defying Max, who turned lemons into lemonade Where The Wild Things were. Mom could send him to bed without supper but he didn't mind.  He took himself someplace wonderful and wasn't bothered when the beasties roared their terrible roars .  Neither were we, leaning against Big Cuter's bunk beds,...