Pardon me, is that a wasket in your basket?

A couple of weeks ago, a pretty, popular girl in the 8th grade Physical Science class at the junior high where I work took a few moments away from the homework assignment she was copying from a not-as-pretty, socially awkward girl to say that she’d had a dream about “that science guy.” When she was greeted with blank stares (different from the typical blank stares one sees in junior high science classes), she elaborated with, “You know, that science guy who wrote Dr. Seuss,“ and then nodded her empty, perfectly highlighted little head at a poster of Albert Einstein on the wall. So, in an effort to inoculate Scarlett against scientific and literary ignorance (and, hopefully, encourage her to be a nice person), the winner of the inaugural reading was Dr. Seuss’ There’s A Wocket In My Pocket! There are weird and happy and crabby and fanciful creatures galore and Scarlett decided that noothgrushes who sit upon toothbrushes are “naughty.” On a parent note, while you know already that you should take time every day to read to your children, especially the little ones who can’t yet read to themselves, the publicly recorded commitment to do it and comment on it every day seems a little intimidating. Well, seemed a little intimidating. Tonight when the dishwasher was loaded, the T.V. was off and the three of us were curled up on the couch checking out tellars, nellars and gellars, I realized this idea gicks tass!

http://www.amazon.com/Theres-Wocket-Pocket-Seusss-Ridiculous/dp/0679882839

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Seuss