“Let us glance at a few brief examples of creative literature in the very young, for which they should have been encouraged, not admonished.
“The small girl critic who wrote, ‘This book tells me more about penguins than I wanted to know,’ has a technique of clarity and directness that might well be studied by the so-called mature critics of England and the United States, whose tendency, in dealing with books about penguins or anything else, is to write long autobiographical rambles.
“Then there was a little American girl who was asked by her teacher to write a short story about her family. She managed it in a single true and provocative sentence: ‘Last night my daddy didn’t come home at all.’ I told this to a five-year-old moppet I know and asked her if she could do as well, and she said, ‘Yes,’ and she did. Her short story, in its entirety, went like this: ‘My daddy doesn’t take anything with him when he goes away except a nightie and whiskey.’…
“Finally, there was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them the day before from our garden. ‘I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber was dead, and I hate trees,’ said Lisa, thus conjoining in one creative splurge the nursery rhyme about pease porridge cold, the basic plot sense of James M. Cain, and Birnam wood moving upon Dunsinane. Lisa and I were the only unhorrified persons in the room when she brought this out. We knew that her desire to get rid of her mother and my wife at one fell swoop was a pure device of creative literature. As I explained to the two doomed ladies later, it is important to let your little daughters and sons kill you off figuratively, because this is a natural infantile urge that cannot safely be channeled into amenity or what Henry James called ‘the twaddle of graciousness.’ The child that is scolded or punished for its natural human desire to destroy is likely to turn later to the blackjack, the golf club, or the .32-caliber automatic.”
James Thurber, “The Darlings at the Top of the Stairs”