i used to read to my son
before he went to sleep.
but over time, we read so many
books over and over
again
that i had to change the lines.
i took the cat in the hat story
into a whole
other direction. barney and elmo,
Kermit.
the cat robbed a bank,
or stole a car,
or barney got drunk in a bar.
Elmo went to war, or became
an astronaut.
my son played along, and before
you knew it,
he was telling tales.
making up his own stories,
and now he's doing that
from three thousand
miles away
in Hollywood.
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