There were things everywhere: Thing One, Thing Two, Thing Three, Thing Four — and even more!
They dotted the landscape of Universal Studios in Orlando where memories of Dr. Seuss' The Cat in the Hat proliferated across the theme park; all reminiscent of the mischievous Things that multiplied in the story.
In huge numbers at Universal, families and friends donned the bright red tee shirts, each with a Thing number boldly displayed on the front.
One here. One there. Lots of Things everywhere!
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Each time I spotted a couple of kids or an entire group wearing the Dr. Seuss memorabilia, I was tempted to buy two shirts for twin grandkids, Hunter and Hailey. I knew the 5 year-old redheads would look so cute dressed alike in bright red with the big white numbers emblazoned across their chests. But when I visited a kiosk to purchase a couple, I had to think twice.
The prices, “Oh My!” I had to ask, “Why?”
So, I procrastinated until I spied my last chance to purchase Dr. Seuss memorabilia at the airport. In a heartbeat, I succumbed to foolishness — typically reserved for grandparents — and bought the shirts. As I dashed for the plane, I rationalized that the twins’ delight with my big surprise would be worth every red cent.
Thing One and Thing Two knew what they should do. Delight the children amid much ado.
But back home when the Thing One and Thing Two shirts emerged from the suitcase with much fanfare on my part, it was clear that Grandma Lucy had made a big mistake. One of the twins was definitely seeing red. And it quickly multiplied to a lot of envious green.
Thing One and Thing Two had made their debut. But no one wanted to be No. 2!
Now, one of the red tee shirts lies abandoned in a grandchild’s dresser drawer. And Grandma has learned another “life lesson” from this little escapade: The competitive spirit runs deep, and it’s probably human nature to want to be No. 1.
But when I’m not, I hope I’ll practice the Golden Rule. Instead of producing unkind remarks, breeding spitefulness or propagating resentment, I hope I’ll be a joyful cheerleader for the person who’s the “lead dog.”
In second place, let’s not be blue. Just try harder — learn a thing or two!