Preschoolers don’t hold back their opinions.
When I taught preschool music (read: sang songs for amped-up mini-humans), I performed a lot of duds.
Kids like what they like, and twenty-two-year-old me didn’t have a strong grasp on the children’s music scene.
(Unlike toddler-dad me, who is an EXPERT.)
But I had two guaranteed bangers in my musical arsenal.
When I sang “We Are the Dinosaurs,” the kids marched around like tyrannosaurs and chowed down on imaginary dino dinner.
(I never told the what they were eating, because I was NOT ready to explain the carnivorous food chain.)
The other was “Popcorn,” a song I wrote about—shocker—popcorn. The kids got to spin and hop around like microwaveable kernels. I got to sing silly rhymes and play guitar really fast. Good times for all.
When I would start playing one of these songs, they locked in…
Because they knew they’d love what came next.
And so they would scream for “dinosaurs!” or “popcorn!” at the start of every music class.
You know who else doesn’t hold back their opinions? Adults on the Internet.
So when my heist fantasy series gets reviews like this…
“I cannot recommend this enough, for any enjoyer of fantasy fiction. I can't wait to see what happens next.”
…I know I’ve got a guaranteed fictional banger on my hands.
(And bring your own popcorn.)
Addison
NC readers—my signing at Folk & Fable is being rescheduled because of a strange white powder falling from the sky. I’ll post updates here and on Instagram when we make that happen.
