My son Ken was the inspiration for this book. Every night I had to reassure him that there was not a monster in his closet.
My son Ken was the inspiration for this book. Every night I had to reassure
him that there was not a monster in his closet.
And then I thought ― but what if there really was? And what if the little monster inside the closet was afraid that there was a little boy in the room. And what if the mother monster had to reassure him that there wasn't such a thing as little boys.
Well, of course, the two eventually met and played together secretly. Ken's mother was surprised that her son suddenly seemed so grownup ― he didn't need extra glasses of water and he wasn't afraid of the closet anymore.