All Sneetched Out

Tuesday was Dr. Seuss' birthday.  And in his honor I read The Sneetches (one of my favorite Dr. Seuss books) to all the classes during their library visits this week. 

I love the Sneetches.  I love the message of acceptance, non-discrimination, and of the importance of each individual--no matter what they look like on the outside.  A similar message can be found in another of my favorites, Horton Hears a Who.

I love Dr. Seuss, he is the king of rhyme, of hilarious characters, of words, of creativity!

But reading it 21 times is a lot.  You know this when you go to bed with phrases like this ringing in your head:

• "Sneetches on beaches"
• "Only ten dollars eaches"
• "until neither the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew whether this one was that one or that one was this one or which one was what one... or what one was who."
• No you can't teach a Sneetch
• "But McBean was quite wrong I'm quite happy to say"
• "And he said in a voice clear and keen, my name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean"

You get the idea. 

(Wait I wasn't totally honest--I only read it 20 times, once I read The Zax.  The class was late and The Zax is short.  The Zax isn't much on deep messages but is has one of my favorite Dr. Seuss pictures)