Thank you for writing (and drawing) books I truly do not mind reading half a dozen times a day—
seven days a week—
for weeks on end.
Thank you for the giggles, the belly laughs, the delighted shrieks when Rilla spots the pigeon in the endpapers of a Gerald-and-Piggie book.
Thank you for the new words Wonderboy has learned to read this week.
Thank you for the great discussion my eleven-year-old and I had about the subtle, deceptively simple ways you convey the Pigeon’s emotions with the slant of an eyelid or the tilt of his beak.
Thanks for adding “she went boneless” to our family lexicon.
(And please keep ’em coming.)
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Hephaestus, Probably, Because He Always Seemed Kind of Sweet