TODAY WE WELCOME AUTHOR JILL ESBAUM TO WWW.DIAPERS-AND-DAYDREAMS!!! (We’re SO excited! We love Jill’s books! Excuse us while we have a fan girl moment!) We had the chance to ask Jill some questions…. Here is what she had to say!
Regina, thanks for this opportunity to introduce my book to your readers! You asked if I had a favorite birthday gift from when I was the age of the kids in If a T. Rex Crashes Your Birthday Party. I do! It was from my grandparents. I still remember carefully opening that dotted-with-airholes gift as my mind raced with possibilities: Puppy? Kitten? Except the box was feather-light and small and square, and puppies and kittens are not. So what on earth–?
Oh, it was a … parakeet? It was a parakeet! Talk about love at first sight. Since it was Saturday night and everybody was pressuring me … “What’re you gonna name him? What’re you gonna name him?”, I impulsively called him Saturday. I know. Lame. I eventually thought up better names, but then I worried that changing his name would mess up his psyche, so Saturday he remained. (This is a girl who felt sorry for the basketball nobody picked in gym class, so…)
My same-age cousin in Michigan had amazing parakeets she could actually converse with. Now I could do that, too! I’d start with a simple Hello. Every time I passed Saturday’s cage I birdie-voiced a patient, “Hello. Hello. Hello.” He cocked his little head and blinked at me uncomprehendingly. And silently. One thousand seven hundred sixty-two Hellos later, my patience was wearing thin. Not pointing any fingers, but one of us wasn’t terribly bright (they obviously sent the smart parakeets to Michigan). Well, if he couldn’t learn my language, I could learn his. I got pretty good at chirping, good enough that he always chirped back and, when let out of his cage, even flew over to land on my finger, or my head, where his sharp little birdie feet poked into my scalp like dancing toothpicks.
In this photo from back in the day, he’s perched on my music stand while I practice my flute. We did that often; me playing, him chirping along. By that time, my room was the only place he was allowed to fly free – orders from headquarters since the day my mother discovered lines of dried parakeet poop on the living room curtains. And, okay, maybe down the back of the sofa. And a mirror.
Good old Saturday. Friendly and funny and bright (colored), we enjoyed his antics for three or four years, until the sad day I arrived home from school to discover he was gone. Not missing-from-his-cage gone, but Gone gone. Poor little guy.
I missed my feathery pet, but by then I also had a cat who worked hard to pick up the slack. Cats have their own charms. Too bad she never did get the hang of perching on my music stand.
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