ABCDEFG
Goat
girl
googoo goggles
G . . . g . . .G
We don’t own all of Dr. Suess’ mysterious masterpieces {yet}, but we do own quite a few. Toddlers love them for their silly sounds. I have mixed feelings about using them with early readers, for some of the words aren’t real words at all. But we read them nonetheless. Thankfully, imaginary words are quite likely to follow known phonics rules, so all is not lost.
I have, however, long been puzzled by some of the Seussisms. For instance, why is Ichabod itchy? And how did those tired turtles end up at the top of the tuttle-tuttle tree? These things bother me in the middle of the night when Baby Q. is keeping me up with her uteran acrobatics.
Today, however, I solved one of the mysteries! You see, I was noticing my husband and daughter interacting. Any reader who has ever had a toddler around will know that at least one parent, if not both, feels toward the toddler emotions that are not unlike the feelings of courtship. It’s like falling in love. Toddlers are completely lovable, even when they’re disobeying. If one’s toddler is especially cute, they may be lovable especially when they are disobeying. I remember being passionately enamored with E. in his day. And now A.’s day has come. I suppose I would feel passionately in love with her if she would let me. But she insists on being Daddy’s Girl, which is only acceptable to me because they are so fun to watch.
All of this is to say that I have solved the mystery of the googoo goggles. What are googoo goggles?
It’s the way my husband looks at my daughter.
Now I only wish I could acquire a Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz. I am in need of one, as one can plainly see.
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I defend my disposition toward our youngest, not out of favoritism but because her charm and beauty beckon me toward mindless stupor. Stupor is bliss, at least in this case.
I’d appreciate everyone’s understanding of my parental condition, which I like to think of as double plus plus infatuation.