Help! I can’t stop quoting Dr. Seuss

I’ve been reading lots of Dr. Seuss books to Zachary lately before he goes to bed each night.  Reading the books has brought back to memory the times when I knew them well as a young child and they are sticking.  So much in fact that I find myself quoting Dr. Seuss for all kinds of things throughout the day.  Quite possibly it is driving Kelly crazy.  If, for instance, we see Zach working really hard at filling up his diaper, I’ll find myself saying to him:

Think you work too hard?  Think of poor Ali Sard.  He has to mow grass in his uncle’s backyard.  And it’s quick-growing grass, and it grows as he mows it.  The faster he mows it, the faster he grows it.  And all that his stingy old uncle will pay, for shoving that mower around in that hay, is the piffulous sum of two dooklas a day.  And Ali can’t live on such piffulous pay SO– he has to paint flag poles, on Sundays in GROOZE!  How lucky you are you don’t work in his shoes.

Or when Zach is sucking away at his bottle, I might be reminded of the goose and the moose drinking their respective juices, and how wacky things get when a moose dreams of goose juice and a goose dreams of moose juice.  Of course, I can’t refrain from saying something about this.

I’ll read an article in NEW SCIENTIST about dying forests and I’ll start quoting the Lorax:  “Plant a new truffula, treat it with care.  Give it clean water and feed it fresh air!”  I’ll watch Kelly make herself scrambled eggs for lunch and I’ll shake my head at her sadly and say, “Those might taste good, but they can’t possible compare, to scrambled eggs super-de-dooper-de-booper, special deluxe, a-la Peter T. Hooper.”

We’ll be sitting around and see something remarkable on a TV show, and I will suck at my teeth and shout out, “What could those pants be there for?  What could a pair of pale green pants be standing in the air for?”

It’s a sickness, I tell you, a criminal crime.  I even find myself speaking in rhyme, time-to-time.

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