One of my most favorite books EVER! As a mom, I have had these kind of days-- you get the house clean and suddenly here comes your child, fork in hand, terrorizing the dog, pretending to be a wolf and telling you he won't eat what you are cooking because he is a cannibal. Oooookay! Enough! Go to your room (and you add the threat about not getting dinner just out of spite). If Max had a bad mom his dinner would not have still been warm on the table when he woke up from his nap or whatever you want to call his trip. :)
Max does get sent to his room and while there a wild and magical forest grows and grows and grows. Out of the forest comes a herd of wild animals. Now here is Max...a human among wild, man eating animals, so he has to improvise and posture a little. Yep, laws of survival kick in. Max has to step up and be the biggest and the baddest and let those animals know who is boss. So he makes himself their king. And they let him. They could have gobbled him up but let's face it, they were ALL having too much fun. But all fun things have to end sooner or later. Max is sleepy and he misses mama and he IS still hungry. So he tells his monster friends goodbye and sails away back home where momma has his supper waiting on him and it is still warm.
Max had a great imagination whether he was asleep or awake. He was content to play by himself and make up a whole story about what was happening. He did not need video games or expensive play things. He had a wolf suit and a fork and he was good to go. Bravo, Max!
[book:Where the Wild Things Are|19543]
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