It's my birthday, so I'm going in an entirely different direction today. Here's my daughter Beatrice, back when she was 5 years old, reciting "Where the Wild Things Are," by Maurice Sendak. I took the liberty of throwing in the pages from the book, some sound effects, and a bit of music.
I'll put in more awful terrible things tomorrow.
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