Once in a while I get it into my head that I'm gonna write a children's book. Just for my own kid's entertainment, mind you. I'm not looking to be the next Jamie Lee Curtis. But then I start sketching out ideas, and I don't get too far before I realize that the harder I try to concoct a sunny, optimistic tale, what comes out just gets more and more... unsettling? Even I don't like to look at it:
"Holy shit, the eyes on this bunny grocer are freakin' me out" *crumple crumple toss*.
Y'know who I bet could relate to this? The folks who designed these playgrounds.