Just when I start explaining the necessity of the brute force I'm about to use--as in, You may not take your stick to bed because you could roll onto it in your sleep and poke yourself, now we're done discussing it, kiddo--Dan very wisely bursts into song, as in:
Mama Pajama rolled out of bed and poked herself with a stick...
So far, so good. The three-year-old is now distracted from our power struggle over the sticks-in-bed issue, and if we can just generate a few more lines of song, I might be able to pry that germy impalement hazard out of his little hands. But Dan doesn't have a next line, so I come up with:
"Ow!" she said, and then I read it all on the cover of Newsweek.
Now Dan is in full on Silly Song Mode:
Well, I'm on my way,
I'm taking the stick downstairs now.
I'm on my way,
I'll put it where you'll play with it in the morning.
Oof. Dan has extricated the stick from Gareth's hands, and lost the thread of the song. Gareth gets the Sad Face, and we're about to go back into Power Struggle Mode. Out of pure desperation, I throw in a line straight out of the original lyrics:
Goodbye Rosie, the Queen of Corona
And Dan ties it all off with:
Which is strangely the name of the stick that I'm carrying downstairs!
Gareth allows the stick to go without further argument, but he requests that I sing this verse to him about a dozen more times before he'll go to sleep, and then he asks for it a dozen more times the next day. The stick is now firmly a Named Stick, Rosie the Queen of Corona, and woe betide Dan and me if we misplace her.
Mama Pajama rolled out of bed and poked herself with a stick...
So far, so good. The three-year-old is now distracted from our power struggle over the sticks-in-bed issue, and if we can just generate a few more lines of song, I might be able to pry that germy impalement hazard out of his little hands. But Dan doesn't have a next line, so I come up with:
"Ow!" she said, and then I read it all on the cover of Newsweek.
Now Dan is in full on Silly Song Mode:
Well, I'm on my way,
I'm taking the stick downstairs now.
I'm on my way,
I'll put it where you'll play with it in the morning.
Oof. Dan has extricated the stick from Gareth's hands, and lost the thread of the song. Gareth gets the Sad Face, and we're about to go back into Power Struggle Mode. Out of pure desperation, I throw in a line straight out of the original lyrics:
Goodbye Rosie, the Queen of Corona
And Dan ties it all off with:
Which is strangely the name of the stick that I'm carrying downstairs!
Gareth allows the stick to go without further argument, but he requests that I sing this verse to him about a dozen more times before he'll go to sleep, and then he asks for it a dozen more times the next day. The stick is now firmly a Named Stick, Rosie the Queen of Corona, and woe betide Dan and me if we misplace her.
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Date: 2011-03-07 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-07 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-07 03:50 pm (UTC)I've refined it since to scan better, and omit needless words:
I'm on my way, I'm taking the stick downstairs
I'm on my way, I'll leave it where you play in the morning
Goodbye Rosie, the Queen of Corona
Which is strangely the name of the stick I'm taking downstairs.
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Date: 2011-03-07 03:56 pm (UTC)a. it will be harder for you to confuse Rosie with another stick
b. if you ever do misplace Rosie, she may be easier to replace peaceably, by crowning a new Queen of Corona, and most importantly,
c. so that she can stand in solidarity with all of us Queens of Cheese that you have crowned over the years.
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-21 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-21 03:15 am (UTC)Glad you're safely home!
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Date: 2011-03-09 05:22 am (UTC)I have been think of Closing Arguments this week too. We were at a memorial service today. See Thunderpigeon's livejournal for more about that. When someone with a larger than life personality dies it's hard not to start imagining their further adventures in one afterlife or another. It's a small but entertaining consolation.
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Date: 2011-03-21 03:30 am (UTC)Super Full Moon
Date: 2011-03-19 09:35 pm (UTC)I thought of you today because tonight there is a Super Moon.
http://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2011/16mar_supermoon/
The last time there was one, in March 1993, I heard about it on NPR as I was driving home from White Mountain Creamery, and ran inside and told you right away because I knew you would want to see it too. You ran outside onto the front walk and said a quick "hello" to the moon. For some reason I have always remembered this.)
-Amy (eimipea at yahoo still works if you want to find me!)
Re: Super Full Moon
Date: 2011-03-21 03:08 am (UTC)It's so good to hear from you. I think the last time we got in touch, Dan and I had just moved into our current house, and maybe I hadn't finished grad school yet. You were in...Asheville, maybe? Congratulations to you and Craig, too, on the kidlets. Do you ever have occasion to travel to the East Coast? We'd love to see you again and meet your family.
I had forgotten the Super Moon. Thank you for bringing back that memory. What a good year that was.
Re: Super Full Moon
Date: 2011-03-23 06:32 am (UTC)I think you were still in grad school when we were last in touch. I was probably in Athens GA, finishing my ...whattaya call it. My degree. The basic kind. Not grad school. hoo boy. Comp lit, you can see how eloquent it made me. Not only that but I fudged it and didn't learn any other languages so as to read things un-translated. I think that is a loophole at UGA that has since been closed. Comp lit majors really ought to be able to read more than one language.
I used to talk about moving to Asheville but I never did it.
I remember dancing with kitchen utensils. That was fun. I also remember singing happy birthday to people who hadn't picked up their ice cream cakes from White Mountain.
I am very excited that you are a published author! I got a Nook for xmas and have your stuff on my "to buy" list.