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Best Doctor Ever

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Today is Dr. Seuss’s birthday. He would’ve been 109 years old. He is the Best Doctor Ever on account of no needles, no looking into ears with a flashlight, no sticks stuck into forbidden places, and no touching of my bits and pieces.

Waiting for the doctor...

Waiting for the Doctor. Hoping for the Best.

Mom also loves Dr. Seuss for a million other reasons – his wild imagination, his silly rhyming, his crazy stories, and the fact that his first book was rejected 27 times before anybody said they liked it. Misery loves company.


Mom’s #1 favorite Dr. Seuss book is The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins from 1938.

500 hats

Normally, Mom and I steer clear of anything that smacks of numbers, but counting those hats is so much fun and so suspenseful that we can’t resist it. Also, a hundred years ago, Mom’s 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Nelson read that story to her class and Mom and her friends giggled and counted and were afraid for poor little Bartholomew not being able to take his hat off for the king.

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As of Dr. Seuss’s birthday, Mom is up to date on her 12×12 Challenge. She has written 2 new stories in the past 2 months. Now it’s a new month and time to start a new story.


In which direction should she go?

Direction? Up, of course.

King of the Hill of Filth

King of the Hill of Filth

What will be original?

Original? It doesn’t get any more original than an old dog learning a new trick.


Who will step out of her list of character ideas?

Character? This one.


Or this one.


Or this one.


How will she make the story sparkle?

Sparkle? With a tiara, of course.

Am I sparkling, yet?

Am I sparkling, yet?


Stories need a lot of talking.  Mom calls it Die-A-Log.  That word makes no sense to me.  I understand Bite-A-Log and Trip-Over-A-Log.  I do that a lot.  But Die-A-Log is puzzling. Even Dye-A-Log seems colorful, but silly.  But Mom likes it and she puts lots of it in her stories.

Today, she decided to put more action in between the Die-A-Log.  She said, “Talking is good, but too much talking is bad.” and “What we need here is some action!”

ACTION?!  That’s my specialty!  So I jumped on the chair, slid across the floor, flipped the rug over, bounced on the couch, pushed a pillow onto the floor, crashed into the door, shook my stuffed fish, leapt over my bed, and somehow ended up tangled in the table legs.

Mom said, “Can’t you sit still for five minutes?”

What happened to less talk / more action? Huh?

Just in case, I’ll have my action face ready.


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