I Am Weird, You Are Weird. Everyone

Writing For Children Is Murder. A Chapter Has To Be Boiled Down To A Paragraph. Every Word Has To Count.

Teeth Are Always In Style.

Sometimes The Questions Are Complicated And The Answers Are Simple.

Waiting For The Fish To Bite Or Waiting For Wind To Fly A Kite. Or Waiting Around For Friday Night Or Waiting Perhaps For Their Uncle Jake Or A Pot To Boil Or A Better Break Or A String Of Pearls Or A Pair Of Pants Or A Wig With Curls Or Another Chance. Everyone Is Just Waiting.

Did You Ever Fly A Kite In Bed? Did You Ever Walk With Ten Cats On Your Head? Did You Ever Milk This Kind Of Cow? Well, We Can Do It. We Know How. If You Never Did, You Should. These Things Are Fun And Fun Is Good.