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 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.