My not quite 5 year old son has recurring nightmares that there is a crocodile ("or a caiman or an alligator, Dad") hiding under his bed and saying; "Yum, little boy for lunch." I fault too early exposure to Peter Pan or possibly the Elephant's Child for this phobia. He doesn't have the same concern about sharks, though, which almost never attack you in your bedroom. So I'm never letting him watch Fonzie jump the shark...



I'm in the midst of writing a childrens' book: Is there a Bogeyman in My Closet? Is there a Monster Under My Bed?
I have a very talented illustrator from England working on it -charming Sendakesque monsters.
And there's a surprise at the end that makes this book unique. Naturally, I cannot divulge this.
We'll be peddling it to publishers, soon, probably to smaller publishing houses that will accept an author/illustrator team.
It seems monsters and fierce creatures lurking in the shadows is a common theme and tons of childrens' books each year are dedicated to this subject.
One story I recently read actually had the child getting out of bed to use his toy gun to shoot them, dead. Terrific - a book teaching children to shoot guns at nothing but shadows. One wonders.
Hmmm. Jumping the shark - another one of your posts could be dedicated to the contemporary meaning of this phrase.
Posted by: Tour Marm | June 11, 2008 at 04:10 PM
A very real death in its own special way...
Posted by: Jim | June 10, 2008 at 05:58 PM