Poppy, who is supposed to be having her quiet time: Mommy, I was thinking about what I wanted to be for next Halloween. I thought to myself, “Wait! I’ve got it!” And I decided I want to be Sleeping Beauty.
Me: Are you sure? You were Sleeping Beauty two years ago.
P: Oh. I’ll be Cinderella. And Petey can be the prince, and you and Daddy can be just plain Mommy and Daddy.
Today was a much more hectic Saturday than we normally have. Poppy had dance class, after which we took Pete to the doctor to have his congestion and goopy eyes examined. The doctor said, “It might be pink eye; it’ll clear up,” and then, “great googly moogly, his little ears are stopped up! Put some drops in them twice a day.” To which I said, “Oh, he and the rest of us are so going to enjoy that!” and she said, “So say we all!” Then we parted ways, and the kids and I went to the grocery store.
Where — joy of joys — it was triple-coupon day! And here is the list o’ deals, because I know you care:
As if that weren’t enough excitement, today is Free Comic Book Day! Last year Rockford took Poppy out to get the “Cars” comic. Today, we picked up the “Toy Story” and “Owly” books. I’d called earlier in the day to see whether they had the “Toy Story” comic books, and the guy I talked with put one aside when he noticed they were running low, thereby winning the award for World’s Nicest Comic Shop Guy.
How’s your weekend going?
I had neither seen the movie nor read William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies”
“Lord of the Flies” is a nightmarish, horror of a story. I wish I’d read it earlier. Specifically, before I had children. I know (or, rather, I understand via the ever-so-helpful Sparknotes) that this is a lot of allegory. But still. The very thought of those little fellas lost and gorging on fruit and ultimately run amuck in the very worst way just cut me to the core. That said, I was entirely engrossed in the book. The last chapter is one of the most gripping, tense scenes I’ve read.