Whereas previously I had believed this book to be a work of fiction, I now have reason to believe it is rooted in the personal experience of the author.
I mean, come on! "Hop! Hop! We like to hop. We like to hop on top of Pop!" could only have come from the father of two preschool children.
And the stirring filial imperative, "Stop! You must not hop on Pop!" makes me weep for its plea for early morning peace and quiet. I was like, omigod, I can so totally relate. The author is going insane, and it's because of his kids. The horror. The horror.
This book has so many levels to it - and it is only now that I'm beginning to explore and understand them.
