Tru’s got a bedtime routine. It generally goes like this: bath, jammies, two or three books of his choosing (more on this another time), and then off to bed for a couple more stories that I make up about dinosaurs or other adventures starring him. I started reading him some stuff that I remember being read when I was a kid and two poems have become favorites: Beautiful Soup and The Jumblies. No matter what other story I tell, he usually wants to hear both of these. Beautiful Soup always sends him into fits of laughter–probably because of my falsetto duing the refrain. And he often recites the refrain of The Jumblies as I’m saying it.