My son announced rather excitably at breakfast this morning that none other than Shakespeare is coming into to his school to do a drama workshop today. How cool is that? Well I’m also a cool Mum (natch) so I say (you’ll love this), “Excellent news, boyo. Did Shakespeare hitch a ride through time in the TARDIS with Dr. Who & Martha?”
“No Mum,” My son explains very patiently, “Not only is Shakespeare totally dead, the bloke coming into today is an actor. And by the way, Dr. Who is also an actor. And so is Martha.”
Just in case I was under any illusions there: shattered.
In other news, as my daughter’s second birthday swiftly approaches at the beginning of next month (WHERE has all the time gone? Hmmm? I’m looking at you, Dr. Who), she is fast revealing her true colours. In that she is completely, stonkingly, mad. Don’t believe me? Try this for size:
– She has fallen in love with a potato (it lives in her toybox, I replace it once a week, don’t worry)
– She told me on Wednesday the reason she couldn’t go in the house was because (and I quote), “her foot was in the CAR” (made all the more problematic by the fact the car was at work with my husband)
– Yesterday I found her trying to GET INSIDE A PICTURE in the Argos catalogue. It was one of some children in a paddling pool, she couldn’t understand the 2D nature of it all… A hazard of watching too many 3D animations perhaps?
So you can puzzle those, or you can watch a great re-cut of Top Gun as a love story between Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer. I’m calling it BROKEGUN and I’m totally convinced. Have a great weekend.