This Christmas I was able to give my cousin's five year old son his first Mo Willems experience. (5 years and I still don't know how one describes a cousin's child- second cousin doesn't sound quite right- nephew makes me feel old since my own brothers are five years younger than me). Regardless, this Christmas I wrapped up Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late and There is a Bird On My Head excitedly knowing I'd be introducing a little one to some of the best literary characters out there.
When he first opened the book his face fell a bit. "Oh, books," he said, fighting back his disappointment. To my offer to read it to him he only replied, "Maybe later" as politely as a five year old can muster.
"OK..." I replied, " but just so you know, when your daddy reads this you have to make sure he does the voices the right way. Like this," I opened to a page and modeled the begging pigeon.
"Well, maybe you can read it to me now" he replied, and settled in to be introduced to the crazy pigeon and his antics.
And we read it again, and again, and again.
I made a new best friend.
I love Mo.