Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.

How did it get so late so soon?

You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.

Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.

All those Nupboards in the Cupboards they're good fun to have about. But that Nooth gush on my tooth brush.....Him I could do without.