Three year old Dawn swayed a bit as she walked excitedly to the living room, holding a Dr. Seuss book in her hand. She went to her dad and placed it on his lap and excited said, "this one! This one!" She pointed at the book, smiling up at him. It was bedtime and she wanted at least one story.
“But baby didn’t we read that night before last?” Tig pleaded with the toddler. “This is the cat and the hat. Daddy hates cats.”















