When my son asked me to tell him a bedtime story one night when he was about five, he said, “Tell me a story about a weird animal.” I don’t know why I thought of an aardvark. I guess I was feeling that bunnies and bears and cats and dogs were taken, and the aardvarks hadn’t really had their moment at bedtime.
So, Arthur was born that night, and I made this connection after telling the story. He wanted me to draw him a little picture of what this aardvark looked like. I thought, “Now, this would be a great job. I love working with kids. I love drawing. I love telling stories but how do I make a living doing this?”
