Tiny Thoughts for a Saturday Night
I am such a helicopter parent that I’m making antidotes for common poisons on each of my kids’ Pottermore accounts since they didn’t log out. You know, just in case they encounter some tampered with mead in Book Six. I like to be THAT careful.
Every time the kids leave out the game Cariboo, I walk by it thinking, “he loves me; he loves my caribou.” Who knows the origin of that WITHOUT Googling? I’ll give you a hint: tight black turtleneck sweaters.
The twins are having a slumber party tonight (as they do most weekends… and sometimes weeknights… we’re pretty lax about that). They can’t sleep. They’re waiting for Befana to come and bring them a present and candy. They’ve written her a long note full of questions and left it on top of the picture of their shoes (instead of setting out our actual shoes, our family draws ornate pictures of shoes and places those pictures in the hallway, giving Befana more space to work with).
The ChickieNob said very quietly this afternoon, “It must be very hard for Befana to go into the toy stores to buy children presents when she can’t have a child of her own. We may have even seen her in disguise when we’ve been in a toy store, pretending that she is just a regular woman and looking very sad.”
The twins held a meeting by themselves to decide which questions should go on their list. They don’t want to annoy Befana, so they wanted to be conservative, asking only the most important questions to ensure that she’ll take the time to answer them. Namely, do all the magical folks chillax someplace together? There are many magical celebrities — Arwen, Hermione, Lucy — has she met any of them? Maybe at a party? Or just in passing when they’re off doing magical things?
I love quiet Saturday nights.