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Boys October 2, 2007

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Boys are actually a whole new species. This newsflash smacks me over the head several times a day. Yesterday I was struck twice in about 10 minutes.

First, Mr Music summoned me into the bathroom while he was showering to have me notice that as a result of the amazing tackle he made today at flag football which involved him diving full force, belly first, across the turf like it was a swimming pool, not only was his stomach hurting, but also he had actually got grass stains on his skivvies. He was very proud of this fact.

can you catch these? would you want to?

Then, once he was dressed, he came down to the kitchen with a roll of Necco wafers, took one out, and said, “Watch how great I am at catching food in my mouth,” flipped it into the air, sure enough swallowed it (I can only assume whole) and took a theatrical bow.

Hymn October 1, 2007

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Last night at church we sang Isaac Watts’ How Sweet and Awesome is This Place. Mr Music always pays attention to the composer and author and will whisper quick questions to me. He has been happy to see Isaac’s name since hearing a story about young Isaac, which I am lifting from here. (Classical homeschoolers: take warning of where too much language can get you in just a few years.)

Isaac was a very intelligent child who loved books and learned to read early. He began learning Latin at age four and went on to learn Greek, Hebrew, and French as well. From an early age Isaac had a propensity to rhyming, and often even his conversation was in rhyme. His father became quite annoyed at this and told him to stop. When the rhyming persisted, the father started to whip the boy, and little Isaac cried out:

“O father, do some pity take
And I will no more verses make.”

We are pretty sure that must be the 17th century equivalent of

Vizzini:  No more rhymes now, I mean it!
Fezzik:  Anybody want a peanut?

But we still want to know, did he get the whipping or not? And how long did it take his father to stop laughing?