Since the world is closed right now, I figured this would be a great time to pick this blogging thing back up. Enjoy!
When I was a child, one of my absolute favorite stories was “The Sneetches.” I no longer care for the man and wish to boycott everything with his name on it. If you don’t want me to spoil your joyful childhood memories, maybe scroll down to the paragraph that starts with “Last.”
Let me tell you about my problem with ye olde DS.
A few years ago, I learned that this rhyming monster cheated on his extremely loving and supportive wife with some home-wrecker who knew he was married. His wife knew about it, became severely depressed because of it, and it drove her to end her own life. How did Seuss handle it? He married his mistress basically right after the funeral. He was a dirty rat, and I don’t like people like that. He was so slimy and sneaky and mean. Someone should’ve invented a Seuss-OFF machine.
Last month, my kids’ schools recognized Dr. Seuss’ birthday. They both love Dr. Seuss, and they asked to read the two books of his that we have in the house. Like, a million times, as kids do.
Of course, they are four and six, so I’m not going to tell them no. They are too young and will think I’m just being mean by not reading “The Zax” in some funny voices. I am not narcissistic enough to push my own agenda on my kids when it would mean absolutely nothing to them. I know the rhymes are fun, and some of the stories have good messages, and the kids think the pictures are funny.
So I will swallow my pride and give the South Going Zax a falsetto of a diva if it makes my kids happy. I just needed to vent about it to the four people who read this thing.
