I remember taking Kid One for his first weekend in San Francisco, a dozen years ago. LL had to spend a few days at Macworld, so he and I tagged along, leaving the baby with Grandma and Grandpa and setting out for some serious big kid adventures. We took a ferry ride to Sausalito in the fog and warmed up with big bowls of overpriced clam chowder next to the the bay, checked out our weight on Jupiter at the Exploratorium, and made it educational with a little California history at Fort Point. Nothing, though, compared to what we discovered at the Metreon: a bigger-than-life Where the Wild Things Are playground.

We didn’t know about this, didn’t plan for it or seek it out. We just wandered into the Metreon – a very strangely conceived building with a movie theater, a small handful of retail stores, and lots and lots of empty space – while LL was working to find a snack. It was just across the street from our hotel. What a wonderful,¬†odd, quirky find . . . this colorful, cool, and completely empty exhibit sprawled over the top floor. We spent the whole afternoon climbing around; in my chronicle of mom-memories, this day ranks pretty high.

Thanks to Maurice Sendak today for all his wonderful words and images that have made reading to the boys so enjoyable. And be sure to watch his interview with Stephen Colbert to discover what a very funny, charming man he was in person:


Let the wild rumpus live on.

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