Witches

Joshua went outside today to blow bubbles. He marches out the door saying "bubble, bubble, boil and trouble, bubble, bubbles bubble trouble!" They have been watching Shakespeare Reduced in the car, all the works of Shakespeare performed in two hours by three or four insane actors. Shakespeare does have a way of sticking with you. I winced as they did Titus Andronicus, but the children were unfazed. The actors described it as Shakespeare's Quentin Terantino phase. Sounds right to me.

We are meeting at a playground for the Birthday party and playing on swings and games and stuff and then having pizza and cake for his birthday. He is very sweet, and has invited me to his party several times, as well as Samantha and Matt. He is thrilled that Amelie and Jasper and Heath can come. We are gonna have fun!

There are certain rules that I consider important when eating at a restaurant. I recently had cause to review these rules with my children, much to my mortification. Here they are. You be the judge if I am a hard a$$ or not.

1 thou shalt not strike thy mother with a fist

2 thou shalt not lick the milk off the tabletop

3 thou shalt not propel utensils into the middle of the restaurant

4 Thou shalt not poke holes in the bottom of your styrofoam juice cup and try to drink it faster than it pours out. [This was Samantha's science experiment for the morning. She was unable to keep up with the flow and had orange juice pouring down her chin, onto her shirt and then the floor]

I packed them up and left as quickly as possible.