Lola Rats Out a Friend

Hi friends,
Mama and I were reading Dada's boyhood manifesto, Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are. We were reading in our usual way, which means that I was contributing descriptions like "grass," "sky," and "boat," while Mama read the narrative. When we got to the page shown above, all of a sudden, I exclaimed, "Andy!" and pointed in a vague way at the side of the page with the "wild things" on it. "Andy is my four year-old friend from a few posts back. Mama kept reading for a couple of pages, but then decided that I could not have meant what I had seemed to mean, so she flipped back to this page, pointed to the boy Max on the left-hand side, and asked "Andy?" I didn't respond. She said, "Lola, show me Andy." I pointed straight to the wild thing on the right, and said, "Andy!" I then pointed out the other wild thing and said again, "Andy!" For good measure I indicated a wild thing on the facing page (not pictured above): "Andy!" Mama couldn't believe it, but she pointed at Max and said, to confirm the identification, "Max." I responded firmly, "Dada!" I just wanted to make it clear that Andy is my first Byronic hero. I must be copying my four-and-a-half-year-old cousin Brooke, who just picked out her future husband, according to her mom's blog. Love (amongst the ruins)--LK