More on the Tooth Fairy and Commas February 5, 2008
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , add a commentThe Tooth Fairy was required to make another visit last night to Mr Music. Mr Music is hot to get to the bottom of the Tooth Fairy mystery. Last tooth (the one that resulted in this letter) Mr Music set booby traps in his room to catch her at work. He has some theory that Dad is really the Tooth Fairy. This differs from Miss Dog Lover’s theory back in the days she had baby teeth, that our dentist moonlights (Hi to you, ChickadeeFeeder) as the Tooth Fairy. Anyhow, mystery abounds. Last night Devastatingly Handsome went in a few times to check on Mr Music, who had not set booby traps, but was wide awake keeping watch for her, at least until 3 AM.
This morning, apparently, she still had not come before he went to piano class, but then by the time he got back, the tooth was gone and a pack of 3 Musketeers in its place. Mr Music had breakfast before piano, another breakfast after, and 4 of the 3 Musketeers somewhere in between. Then, for some reason, he did not feel too well. But he was recovered by lunch, when he shared the rest of the 3 Musketeers with his siblings. That puts him at 2 breakfast, 1 lunch, and 15 Musketeers thus far today.
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(shirt says, “I do believe in commas. I do, I do.”)
And now to Miss Dog Lover. She has taken to adding commas between each word on a page, especially between her first, middle, and last name, like this: Miss, Dog, Lover. Today I had had all I could take of these excess commas and found myself telling her to erase them or she will go to jail for comma abuse. Aacck. Where do I get this stuff?
She does believe in commas, she does, she does. It is just like her to want to keep the words very separate, just as she will only eat food that has not touched. So, she erased the commas and replaced them with little hearts on long balloon-like ribbons. The ribbons were shaped like commas. I, gave, up, that, battle, for, today.
Synchronicity and the BlueJay February 5, 2008
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Long day here. Long days put my brain into a state where I look for connections where there are none. So it did not surprise me that as I was doing Miss Dog Lover and Mr Music’s Shurley Grammar lesson with them and we were labelling the interjection Look! in the sentence and I was spelling “interj” for them to write above Look! and just got to the /j/ and looked out the window, that I saw a blue jay. Of course. It was right on schedule.
You know it is going to be That Kind of Day when you wake up from a dream in which your husband is Not Happy with you because he does not like the way you redecorated the living room. Seems it got into my head to take half of our main living room wall and, uh, texturize the walls by shooting little BB gun pellets into them. They were pretty evenly dispersed and I had cleverly masked off the rest of the wall with a sheet of plywood. I can hardly describe how cool the little pellets looked embedded in the wall, just like those little silver dragee things on Christmas cookies. I do recall Devastatingly Handsome was telling me it would take me a lot of toothpaste to fill in the holes so he could repaint. I am not much on home repairs ~ is that really how you do it? with toothpaste??
The closest I have ever come to that sort of decorating, by the way, is my strong desire to refloor our schoolroom with a sort of terazzo made by painting the concrete subfloor, pouring lots and lots of pretty glass marbles on it, and covering them with a layer of clear resin. Devastatingly won’t entertain that idea, either, though I still think it would be lovely and easily maintained, a literal marble floor.
