Where the Wild Things Are

At one point in my life, where the wild things are meant:  check the back yard to make sure everyone is still breathing.  Seriously, it was one of my kids' favorite stories, to the point that I used to be able to recite the entire book from memory.

Check out this website that pays tribute to the wonderful, imaginative story of Max and his furry, ferocious friends.

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