I read my first draft of my children’s book to my son today. I thought for sure I understood his humor, but his face went blank, he let out just a couple of laughs, and then he laid it all on the table.
“Mommy, your book is boring. There were hardly any funny parts at all.”
My feelings and ego were a little bruised…I will not even lie. The prideful part of me thought; “What do you know? You’re 8!” The logical part of me thought; “He knows. He is 8!” (My apartment went quiet for about 20 minutes).
It is a book for children. Kids need to learn but they want to laugh. If they have to learn anything, they would like to laugh while doing so. Perhaps I am better at satire. My lovely child is certainly the “Simon Cowell” of critiquing. I have just been humbled by a kid….MY KID!
(My “darlings”, this is the part that I hate…..I must kill you off)