July 2nd, 2009
Where the wild things aren’t.
The night that Graham wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him WILD THING!
And Graham said POOPIE!
And his mother put him to bed without any dinner, which wasn’t so bad in theory because he’d sort of had dinner already, but he liked to have a snack and she wasn’t going to give him one and that was pretty mean.
That night, in Graham’s room, a forest grew. Not overly much, but still.
And Graham sailed away on his own private boat to an island that turned out to be…
Where the
WILD THINGS AREn’t.
He hung out there for a little while and then came home. There wasn’t any food waiting for him because his mother read in a book that if you say a punishment you have to really do it or your kids will grow up to be marketing communications managers.
Anyway, he went to sleep. And his mother made herself a good strong drink.
July 3rd, 2009 at 2:18 am
Ohmygoodness I think I read something like this just the other night! Thank you.
July 3rd, 2009 at 6:29 am
Thank you for that good chuckle first thing in the morning.
July 3rd, 2009 at 11:03 am
I miss you when you don’t post forever and ever. :)
Sorry about the hard times parenting. My two are just as…spirited. Lol.
July 3rd, 2009 at 4:47 pm
It’s the age. We are battling the “PLEASE don’t try to move your brother’s head in the direction you want it to go. It doesn’t GO that way”. :)
Have a stiff drink for me.
July 4th, 2009 at 8:58 am
haha. love.
July 4th, 2009 at 5:05 pm
In an effort to help you refine your writing, I would like to point out that the phrase, “good strong drink” is redundant.
July 4th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Sounds like his mother is brilliant
July 5th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
OH! Now I know why my first career was (largely) in marketing communications; thank goodness I became a zookeeper when I came to my wits. And got to run around with the wolves and other wild things, though I think “Women Who Run with the Wolves” or whatever is a rather different book. When I read the original story to my 18-monther, she turns around to snap at me when I say “I’ll EAT YOU UP!” Clever piglet.
July 5th, 2009 at 10:25 pm
I’m so happy I found your blog. Sigh!
Now I have to go dig out that book or rather, buy another copy since I seem to recall that one of my children actually ate our copy. But at least now I know what to get the younger ones for their birthdays.
July 6th, 2009 at 8:24 am
I WAS a marketing communications manager (I refuse to give the title the capitals). Then I became a primary school teacher. Now I am where the wild things are- and love them :)
July 6th, 2009 at 5:45 pm
Love it!
July 7th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
Tiffany, I miss you!! Glad to hear things are going well, well, except for G missing dinner.