The late Dr. Seuss was a favorite of mine (and continues to be even my adulthood).  He taught many lessons that were designed for both children and adults.  His shorter pieces were always fun and among them I hold the highest regard for one titled Too Many Daves.

It’s a simple premise about a woman with twenty-three sons all, as you might guess, named “Dave”.  The story briefly explains her exploits in calling the boys into the house, getting all twenty-three when she only wanted one.  She muses about a different life where she had named them all something different, but in the end, Seuss finishes with, “But she didn’t do it and now it’s too late.”  You can just smell the dank, musty aroma of regret hanging on that poor woman’s head. Continue reading →