Every night the boys pick out 3 books to read before bed. The current favorite is Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends. I had forgotten just how awesome this collection of poems is. For obvious reasons I give you Jackson's favorite poem.
Thumbs Poem
Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
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