In my picture book Don’t Call Me Sidney, a pig who aspires to be a poet can’t find a rhyme for his name, except “kidney,” and changes his name to Joe. But the absent-minded Sidney keeps forgetting that he’s now Joe, and his friends and his mother, who named him after his great great great grandfather who invented the mop, are horrified by the name change. Eventually, Sidney comes up with a crowd-pleasing compromise and continues to follow his poetic muse.
I dedicated this book to my son, Charlie, with 3 adjectives that describe him.
Since then Charlie has become a kind, wise, and hilarious dad to two children, my fabulous grandson and granddaughter!