My latest bedfellow..

When I was a little bug, I was terrified of this book. My mother thought this was hilarious. I used to scream every time I saw it.
I found the book recently in my mom's library and had to laugh at the fact that someone had drawn mustaches on some of the monsters. When we were in Boston a few weeks ago, my mother came to me where I was standing in line to get tour tickets with a great humored smile upon her face. She told me she saw something in the museum store that she needed to get for me, but she wanted me to see it first. So off we went, tour tickets in hand, to see this thing that apparently amused her so. She had to buy me a stuffed animal. She bought me Bernard. He sleeps in my bed with me now. I am not afraid of where the wild things are anymore. He keeps me safe.