Where are they?
Half awake, first few sips of coffee, pretending to read FB, I lite upon this conversation 'tween mother and daughter: ""The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye." Mom replies: ""and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot."
So I think to myself how heart warming mom and daught can share that kind of moment with one another. More coffee please! Its going to be a good day, and then . . the thought occurs to me . . . why the ending of the book? I cannot think of a more meaningful way to discover such sad news.
So I think to myself how heart warming mom and daught can share that kind of moment with one another. More coffee please! Its going to be a good day, and then . . the thought occurs to me . . . why the ending of the book? I cannot think of a more meaningful way to discover such sad news.