My little girl loves to use powers of cuteness to squeeze at least one extra book reading out of you ever night. Since one can only take so many read-throughs of the "Monkey Book" or, god-forbid, Backyardigans books, I ventured into the attic in search of new material.

I grabbed all the Dr. Seuss that I had from my childhood that looked like they were A) in good enough condition to read and B) short. Fox in Socks seemed to fit both bills.

I couldn't have been more wrong. The book may not be long but it's a killer of a tongue twister. Soon, I found myself up at 3am trying to recite such lovely verse as:

Who sees who sew whose new socks, sir?

You see Sue sew Sue's new socks, sir.