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Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.


Here is the little bloke holding firm in his stronghold despite all Henry could throw at him. We have spent the last week wargaming, roll playing the battle of Kursk - although Henry utilised a rather unique variation of Alexander's legendary feint at Gaugamela. Ez is no Darius though, and stood his ground repelling well.

It ended in a stalemate and everybody celebrated with soy ice cream (not as bad as it sounds).

On another note, I was stuck reading Dr Suess this evening again (One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish). I would just like to restate how ordinary Suess is. Mediocre - at best - art work; non-existent plot; no character arc; hell, the dude is reaching for a rhyme and feels free to make up words, yet the bugger still can't be bothered to ensure that it scans! Has he even heard of metre?

No, Dr Suess is rubbish! From here on in, we'll be sticking to Henry Miller before bed.

Comments

G. B. Miller said…
What? Dr. Suesse is mediocre?

Why I have you know that I had my children in stitches reading Dr. Suesse to them.

With adults, a different story.

:-]
Roddy said…
And after a full day with this child his strength cannot be questioned.
yamini said…
A Wow picture of Ezra and Kudos to him for standing his ground.
Chris Wolf said…
I love Dr. Seuss and have read more than my share. (in a plane, in the rain...)

My son's favorite however, and a must read for months, almost a year, was "Are You My Mother?" by P.D. Eastman.

(Try it, try it, Sam I Am, you might like it, with a goat...)
Mo said…
How about spike miiligan then
Kris McCracken said…
G, he can't even bother getting his metre right. It just seems so lazy.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, and his aggressiveness.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he's just like Cersobleptes.
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, we like all sorts of children's books. Most of which are far better than Suess. He's like the Tom Hanks of kid's books.
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, we like Spike very much. And Roald Dahl and Quentin Blake.

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