The genius of Shel Silverstein

I had bought three of Shel Silverstein's books of poetry a few months ago for the kids, and have been (im)patiently waiting for them to be just a tiny bit older so they'd recognize the wit and humour. This afternoon, Lukasz pulled "Where the Sidewalk Ends" down from their bookshelf and wanted me to read it.

The giggles! How they laughed, at these three in particular.