-Tonight on our drive home from grandpa's house (which, coincidentally, really is over the river and through the woods), Adam said, "Dad, if we get in a car crash -- I'm saying if we get in a car crash, I'm not saying I want us to -- I'm just saying, if we get in a car crash, can we put it on mama's blog?"
-Yesterday Peter wore his shirt of tandem-cycling Captain Ahab and Moby Dick, so there was a bit of discussion around here about Herman Melville's classic story. At dinner Adam said, "I have various dreams about what Moby Dick is actually like."
-Tonight Ellen wanted me to give her a doll after she was in bed. I said, "Here, would you like your Strawberry Shortcake doll?" She said, "Oh, this isn't Strawberry Shortcake. This is her friend, Cinnamon Toast Crunch."
-Finally (with apologies to everyone who already saw it on facebook), A Visit from Saint Nicholas, December 16, 2011:
My favorite things about this are: 1) Jane's mad costuming skills, which she's been honing since before she was two, 2) the word "surprisements," 3) the way Santa unceremoniously chucks the gifts at their intended recipients, and 4) the moment at the beginning when, with the help of Jane's off-screen prompting, Adam realizes he should play the part, and you can see the spark in his eyes and his brain working as he switches into improv acting mode. (It's where he says, "Yeah, so, yeah . . . ")
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!
