Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' birthday. I don't really read many of his books to my kids (we only have a couple) because I never forgave him for being mean to me when I was a kid. I was in the 2nd grade and he had come to our school. He was signing books in the library if you bought one but if you didn't (and I had no money) he wouldn't even say hello, much less give you an autograph. As an adult I'm guessing it was because he didn't have a lot of time but I was very disappointed and didn't understand. And I realized yesterday that under the right circumstances I can hold a grudge for a very long time. Here it is, more than 20 years later, and I still remember that every single year.

I was talking to Eric about it last night and today he wrote this for me:

"Buy my books!" said the strange man.
"I'd love to, but I have no money!" I began.
"But someday I'll have a job, and kids too!"
"You have no money today?" he said. "Boo to you!"

I've not forgiven him, not even now.
It's been over twenty years, and yet I still avow:
While I enjoy reading about green eggs and ham,
Still pissed at old Dr. Seuss, I am, I am.
I love it!