Maurice Sendak, RIP. Thank you for reminding us that a creative adult is the child who survived. Here's to dirt clod wars, wild rumpus games, and sleeping in piles. Dear BD, it's not often a girl comes to work and finds a SIGG bento waiting for her. You're far too good to me. Dear Timothy James, tonight I get to hang out with this girl. (You may have to pinch me when I come home). Love you more than avos and 10am tea time in Africa.
In honor of Maurice Sendak, what were some of your favorite children's books growing up?