Johnny loves books. And when I say love, I really mean TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OBSESSED. He has some favorites and he'll make you read them over and over and over and over again. Now, this is incredibly cute behavior to the grandparents and aunts and uncles, but I can tell you that being his mom and reading Moo Baa LaLaLa thirty-seven times a day is a little ... irksome. Do I absolutely love seeing his little face light up when I say "Oops!" while reading "Blue Hat Green Hat"? Definitely! Do I get a nervous tick after reading it eleven times straight? Oh yeah. But hey, it's a small price to pay to have a kid who will choose a Dr. Seuss book over television 10 times out of 10, right?