Sunday, March 22, 2020

Sunday Sentence (Special Grandson Edition): Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson


Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

NOTE: Content has been a little thin at the Pen lately. There’s a very good reason for that: I’ve just spent the last week in North Carolina where I was incredibly blessed and lucky to witness the birth of my first grandchild, a healthy, happy, cute-as-a-button little lad named Ludo. Four days later, with my new best friend tucked in the crook of my arm like a swaddled butternut squash, I asked his mother (my daughter) to reach over to the nearby bookshelf for one of the books I’d brought with me from Montana. And then, clearing my throat, I proceeded to read Ludo his first book, a real classic. (That’s my wife holding the book in this picture―yeah, we may have politely fought for “baby time” during our visit.) These are two of my favorite sentences from those pages...



He didn’t want to get lost in the woods. So he made a very small forest, with just one tree in it.

Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson


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