Congratulations! Today Is Your Day!

Now, The Star-belly Sneetches Had Bellies With Stars. The Plain-belly Sneetches Had None Upon Thars.

My Uncle Ordered Popovers From The Restaurant's Bill Of Fare. And, When They Were Served, He Regarded Them With A Penetrating Stare. Then He Spoke Great Words Of Wisdom As He Sat There On That Chair: "to Eat These Things," Said My Uncle, "you Must Exercise Great Care. You May Swallow Down What's Solid, But You Must Spit Out The Air!" And As You Partake Of The World's Bill Of Fare, That's Darned Good Advice To Follow. Do A Lot Of Spitting Out The Hot Air. And Be Careful What You Swallow.

You're On Your Own. And You Know What You Know. And You Are The One Who'll Decide Where To Go.

Sometimes, When I See My Granddaughters Make Small Discoveries Of Their Own, I Wish I Were A Child.

Writing For Children Is Murder. A Chapter Has To Be Boiled Down To A Paragraph. Every Word Has To Count.