Go, Web. Go!

Maybe I should take some Prozac before opening my RSS reader. This morning I swung from worrying about a nuclear war with Iran to being all teary thinking about little kids reading Dr. Seuss from the Web instead of on their parents lap. But then any thought of Dr. Seuss makes me tear up. Don't even say "Hop on Pop" in front of me. (For the record, Go, Dog. Go! is actually by P.D. Eastman, although it is in the Dr. Seuss series.)