Instead of writing the sequel to The Cat and the Person Play Together yesterday, we wrote a book called Wiley Eats.
It was a true family collaboration. V drew the pictures, wrote WILE and EAT, glued on the wool, and came up with 100% of the text.
I wrote the Y and the S on the cover, colored the cats, wrote down the text V dictated, and made the dots in the litterbox.
R wrote the authors'/illustrators' names on the cover.
I think the story really comes to its logical conclusion - yes? This is real life, y'all. Everybody's gotta use the litterbox sometime.
So, what do you think? Do I have a storyteller or do I have a storyteller? An artist too, I think!