"There are Rocks in My Socks!" Said the Ox to the Fox is quite possibly one of the best children's books EVER. I've been looking for it in Barnes & Noble when I think of it, but was mistakenly remembering it as a Dr. Seuss. It is not.
Mom found our circa 1979 copy on a dig through the garage, and I read it to Blake tonight. Dad reminisced about reading it to me as a child, liking the rhymes, then liking that I recited it to him because I'd memorized it, but not liking that the memorization meant I'd catch him when he tried to turn two pages at once. "Dad, you missed a page."
"Oh, yes." (grumble grumble)
Well, I got done with the walk down memory lane, and Blake said, "Mom, that is my new favorite book when you read it to me."
I can't wait to hear it recited. Blake is especially good at rhyming words, and I am especially sneaky about turning two pages at once.