Where the Wild Things Are

One of my favorite books when I was a child was Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. I loved the story of Max, who was wild and was sent to bed without supper and dreamed of going to live with the wild things, where he was the King of all wild things. He returns home/wakes up to find his supper waiting for him, and it was still hot. Sydney has this book and I love to read it to her. I clearly remember asking my mom why she couldn't just send me to bed without my supper instead of grounding me from TV (especially if that supper included peas). I remember her saying, "withholding food is not a punishment, it's abuse to not feed a child." As a parent, I certainly agree, but at the time I would have gladly traded my peas for my TV.


So, why this trip down memory lane? Well, today, my little Sydney certainly resembled one of the Wild Things. At least, her hair did. It's getting longer and thicker now, but some days it just defies all gravity and goes WILD! Sometimes to make it worse, we'll rub her hair on a pillow and then it really goes crazy. We were laughing so hard today at her hair!