Archive for November, 2013

My (Future?) Irish Castle

Mark:  “When I am grown-up and a millionaire, what would you like me to buy you, Mom?”

Me:  “I don’t know.  I always thought Anne McCaffrey’s author’s bio sounded pretty awesome.  “Anne McCaffery lives and works in a renovated castle in Ireland.'”

Mark:  “So you want a castle in Ireland?”

Me:  “Sounds good.  So you’ll buy me one when you’re grown up and rich?”

Mark waves a dismissive hand.  “Of course not.  I’m going to get rich from my TIME MACHINE.  I’ll just go BACK IN TIME, build you a CASTLE, and then it’ll BE HERE now.”

On a related note, his homework this week…

The book he’d chosen to read was The Magic Schoolbus in the Time of the Dinosaurs.  The question he chose to answer was “Is this realistic fiction?”

His paragraph began:  “No.  Kids can’t go back in time to visit the dinosaurs.  Until I grow up and invent a time machine…”

Bad Parents

We are heading home from bowling.  The light rock radio station is on.  It starts playing an oldies love song.  Which is say, one Brian and I listened to in high school.  He squeezes my hand.

Mark (disgusted):  “You ALWAYS get mushy when a love song comes on.”

Brian:  “Oh?”

Me:  “What’s wrong with that?”

Mark (now spluttering indignantly):  “It’s not NORMAL.  You still like each other.  You are BAD PARENTS.”

To Be (Before Tea) or Not To Be

I hear quarreling in the kitchen as I’m coming down the stairs.  Uh-oh.  The kids have woken up crabby and are already fighting.  

Sam and Kate whip around as I come into the room.

“Mom!”  Sam pounces.  “Tell her Hamlet is SO about the need to take revenge.”

“UHNT-UH!” Kate objects before I can get a word in edgewise.  “It’s about putting OFF taking revenge.”

Sam:  “We just STUDIED this in my English class!”

Kate:  “Well, I went to go SEE it.”

Me:  “There’s not necessarily agreement on what Hamlet’s about.”  Certainly not before my morning, increasingly caffeinated, tea.

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