The boys entertained themselves last night with some impromptu crafts, after which we had spaghetti with wine. Q pointed out that we had all the components of a fancy dinner--wine, flowers, and a chandelier, so it occurred to us that we needed to light the candles, too.
Right now I'm reading to the boys two books: The Great Gilly Hopkins and Carry On, Mr. Bowditch. I understand now why I've never heard of Gilly Hopkins--that book has tons of cursing! And racism is an explicit theme, which is tricky to take up with kids. I mean, I explain racism carefully to my children, but it's hard to read a book in which one character is racist for a while before presumably she changes at the end. Anyway, we read about a character called Melvin in Mr. Bowditch last night. Blaze asked, "Is it the famous Melvin?" I wracked my brain for what he could mean. Then I realized, asking in return, "Do you mean Elvis?" He did.
Finally, in my furniture duties I pulled what is to mid-life me an all-nighter on a memo that I need to submit today after half a dozen other people give me feedback on it--I worked from the kids' bedtime till 11:10. Still, the work was very invigorating. I should have been a diplomat. (Also I get snarky when writing late at night. Sigh.)
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