Chris and I just snuggled up on the couch and read the last story in The House at Pooh Corner. His choice. It is: IN WHICH Christopher Robin and Pooh Come to an Enchanted Place, and We Leave Them There.

Why did I read what you quoted? I know that Winnie-the-Pooh story makes me sniffly.

Now I want to leave work and spend the day doing Nothing, in the company of my Devilbunny.

See?

It's not fair. You're going to wake up tomorrow, and Emma's going to be going to kindergarten, and Susan and Cashmere will be talking about Annabel and Owen being on their way to first grade, and I'm going to be in the retirement home, complaining about my rheumatism.

Now I want to leave work and spend the day doing Nothing, in the company of my Devilbunny.

Yes. Do nothing, and go anywhere. And don't think a thing about Factors, and such, which steal magic from our hearts, spleens and various other magic repositories small children

And that's why I can't bear to part with any my stuffed animals. They have very deep and special meaning to me. I can imagine one of them looking for me to play with and I'm not there.

'*sniff*

Now I feel harmed that my parents never read me Pooh as a child.

Not really all that harmed though. They read me good things.

I want kids.

Oh, read Pooh (the real stuff by Milne, not the Disney crap) as an adult, David. It's even better.

I've read some of it. And I certainly intend to read the rest.

Oh, read Pooh (the real stuff by Milne, not the Disney crap) as an adult, David. It's even better.

Yes, this.

Even BETTER is if you can find someone to read it to you. And do different voices for all the characters. At our house, Eeyore sounds like Alan Moore.

My very favorite Parker brought me a book from the REAL Pooh Corner when she was in England last year. It was a book on how to play Pooh Sticks. I lurrrve it.