There's a Wocket in my Pocket...

Claire loves Dr. Seuss, and one of her favorites is the classic "There's a Wocket in my Pocket". It's about a house that's filled with magical creatures in all kinds of unusual places - a findow in the window, a zamp in the lamp, and many other imaginary delights. Recently, she decided that we should have a special resident ourselves, so... Dr. Seuss now lives in our kitchen cabinet (according to Claire). It doesn't have the sing-song rhyming effect of the book, but really, who better to grace our kitchen than her literary idol. So how did we discover our stow-away? Well, Claire has a kitchen cabinet devoted entirely to her own personal enjoyment, which she often uses as a hiding place. She likes to crawl in, close the door, and then pop out unexpectedly and exclaim "Hello!" with a huge grin. Sometimes, she just closes the door and giggles uncontrollably until someone comes to find her. A few weeks ago, she opened the cabinet door, climbed in, and said, "Hello, Dr. Seuss." Now she likes to greet her cabinet friend almost everyday. Sometimes, I ask her to say hello to Dr. Seuss for me, and she always does. Since he was sticking around, I assumed he must be rather comfortable with his accomodations. As it turns out, though, Claire thinks he's too tall to live in the kitchen cabinet. Just the other day, she opened her cabinet, climbed in, and greeted Dr. Seuss with her usual excitement. But then I heard her say, "You bumped your head, Dr. Seuss." Perhaps our friend will soon move into a larger home. He's welcome to find a more comfortable place in our house, except for the closet. That's where the woset lives.