As I headed out the door to go pick up my kids at school, I carefully slid my single precious copy of Teeny Tiny Trucks into my computer bag and headed off. Before the final bell rang, I snuck into the school library and proudly showed my prize to the librarian, Ms. Mabey. But it wasn't until my children saw the book that it finally dawned on me. "Oh right," I thought. "I wrote this book for kids." I can tell you now there is nothing like watching a child read and explore a book you've written. Nate insisted on sitting down with the book right then and there. "Wow," he said, "It turned out even better than I thought it would." No arguments there.
Now, as I prepare for launch parties, bookstore visits, and library storytime readings, I mostly look forward to sharing Teeny Tiny Trucks with the teeny tiny people it was written for. Oh, and if their parents and grandparents and teachers and friends want to listen and watch along, I suppose that'll be alright, too.