This post is sponsored by Chronicle Books.
Here's a little bonus protip from me, professional blooper booger blogger, about the proper way to reply to a sponsored post proposal.
When asked if I'd be interested in writing a post about Jeffrey Brown's Kids Are Weird, I had some kind of weird initial fangirl brain moment and without thinking, responded with an all caps "NO WAY!"
Two minutes later I followed up with a clarification that I meant "NO WAY!" in like, an excited way? Like Elaine from Seinfeld screaming "GET OUT!" at people? I meant "yes, count me in" but for some reason decided to scream words that meant the exact opposite of that?
Luckily, they were able to translate and understood that I would be thrilled to put my Clearly Excellent Writing Skills and Superior Way With Words to work on behalf of Kids Are Weird.
We own a bunch of Brown's other books, for reasons that I'm sure will baffle and astound you: Darth Vader and Son, Vader's Little Princess and Star Wars Jedi Academy.
(cough NERDS cough)
I bought the last title for Noah in the San Diego airport after my recent trip there, and then worried the whole way home that he'd be bummed that I got him a book instead of a toy. (Ike got a Big Bird; Ezra got an Ugly Doll dressed as Superman.) It's a comic novel — his favorite — but still. Book. Looooong chapter book book booooook.
I didn't need to worry. He loved it, stayed up all night to read it cover to cover, and spent the next few weeks furiously writing and drawing a sequel.
(I will have to get back to you on what's going on here, exactly.)
So Kids Are Weird arrived a few days later, and while these semi-autobiographical comics about his son are aimed squarely at parents — or anyone who's ever had to deal with a small, newly verbal human — my kids immediately recognized the drawing style and claimed the book as their own.
"Why is it called Kids Are Weird?" Noah asked. "We're not weird."
"He means it in like, a nice way. A funny way." I explained. "Also, sorry, but you are pretty weird."
It was awhile before they actually let me read the book, which is very funny also (WAIT FOR IT) very weird (I WRITE REAL GUD), because several of the vignettes have played out almost word-for-word in our house, exactly.
In particular, has anyone else had to fight back an attack of the giggles while your 3-year-old rages over something completely ridiculous, which only further infuriates them, and then they yell, "DON'T FEEL HAPPY AT ME!" and it's all you can do to not completely crack up?
I have three Jeffrey Brown prize packs to give away. Each pack contains a copy of Darth Vader and Son, Vader's Little Princess and Kids Are Weird with a signed bookplate. Yay! Just comment on this post — tell me something weird! I'll go first! before my kids vomit they always yell "MOM I NEED TO GO BLEH" first! — and I'll randomly select three winners next week, on April 15th. Please use a valid email, it won't be displayed, just need a way to contact you directly, blah de blah, etc.
That signed book, by the way, might be a bigger deal than you intially think. Noah is quite adamant that the little boy in Kids Are Weird is NOT really named Oscar, despite what the text says. He's Luke Skywalker, from the Jedi Academy book. It's like a prequel of his preschooler years, in real life.
That means, according to Noah, that Oscar's real father — aka Jeffrey Brown — is actually Darth Vader. Think about it. BOOM.