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That very night in Max’s room a forest grew
and grew
and grew until the ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around
and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat just for Max
and he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.Rian can read this whole book to me from cover to cover, just from memory. I try to store these moments in my mind, for later… when she doesn’t want me to read her books, or sleep in her bed with her, or touch noses before she falls into dreams.