So here's a book I wrote about so long ago... in the hands of two 10 year old boys hell bent on making a mess, lots of noise, and using up all my kitchen staples. And hoping so wholeheartedly that they'll really need those goggles they worked so hard to find.
Oh, the possibilities...
And what might happen next?
What happens when children do dangerous things and live to tell about them? Is it possible they find out how brave they can be?
