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I get ideas from my kids, sometimes from my own kid-hood, sometimes
from people I meet.One day, at a book signing, a mom told me that
her sons always asked who she loved best. "I tell them,"
she said, "that I love them just the same."This made me
think. Do I want to be loved the same? Do I want to be loved more?
I thought about the way I love my own children and decided it wasn't
the same, and it wasn't more or less, either. It was special. I
loved them in a Robby-way or an Anneke-way or a Maaike-way. |

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In
I Love You the Purplest, two brothers take a fishing trip
with their mom. They ask Mama who has the best worms and who catches
the most fish, and finally, who she loves the most. Mama explains
that she loves each of them in their own special way--exuberant
Max the reddest and quiet Julian the bluest. Together, she loves
her sons the puplest.I Love You the Purplest is a picture
book illustrated by Mary Whyte.
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