At bedtime, my mom would come into my room and sit on the side of my bed. She would ask me to tell her a story about my little monster. I would tell her and she would say to me, “these stories would make great books.” I never thought that one day I would actually have a book. I don’t think my mom did either, but it’s real. I sometimes have a hard time believing it, but Monster is going to be in a book you can hold and read to someone you love. I hope Monster brings your child as much happiness as he did me.