A mother's failure
So Edith and I are reading Circus by Peter Spier, and we're looking at the page on which eleven young men have spilled out of the tiny little clown car. Most of them wear plain clothes, but one has on a crimson shirt with an "H" on it; another has on a dark blue shirt with a "Y" on it.
"What's that for?" Edith asks, pointing to the "H."
"I think it stands for a school called Harvard."
"Oh yeah! Harvard University?"
"Yes, Harvard University."
"What is that for?" (pointing to the "Y")
"That one is for mommy's school. You know its name."
"Y-M-C-A!"
"Ha ha. The YMCA is where you take ballet. No, it's Y- Y- Y- "
"Urine!"
Last week I had a conference in New Haven, and at the last minute we decided against the whole family tagging along in favor of stability on the homefront. Never again making that mistake. This kid needs educating.
2 comments:
YES she sure does! So are you coming to The Game? I'm doing ticket orders now; let me know if you guys are in! :)
Can you also get us tickets for the shuttle bus from the middle of the highway median where one abandons the car to the stadium? If not, can someone call me and remind me that the STROLLER IS IN THE CAR before I set out to carry two kids the last three miles along the highway this time?
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