“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”—
I remember hearing this on Fresh Air a few months back and having it resonate super strongly with me. I also remember trying to relay this story to a few of my classes and butchering it horribly. Happy to have this in text form so the butchering can stop. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it. YES!