Between being a father myself and having a preternatural predilection for nostalgia, I can relate to this short piece in the New Yorker all too well, although unlike that writer, it's no surprise to me that the great Gene Deitch is the missing link uniting it all.
By the way, that Spike Jones trailer for the Where The Wild Things Are really is pretty cool. Thank goodness Zack Snyder wasn't a Maurice Sendak fan…