1. Tonight I was taking the kids to a kickoff dinner for our local summer theater program. We were crossing an intersection that always makes me a little nervous -- cars come sailing around that corner too quickly for my comfort. I said what I always say, "Briskly, briskly!" (I don't know where that came from but I've said it for years.) I had to remind one of the boys that "briskly" means something other than "amblingly." Stella said, with the merest whiff of sanctimony, "I was briskling, Mama."
2. I've watched four boys learn to play chess, and not a one of them has ever paired up the queens and kings by color and interrupted the game so they could kiss.
3. We saw a very kid-friendly mashup of three Shakespeare plays after dinner tonight. Serendipitously, Stella is way into the Marcia Williams Shakespeare books lately. Her favorite plays are Romeo & Juliet and Midsummer Night's Dream, both of which made it into the mashup. When the Capulets were introduced she sighed longingly, "Oh, is that Juliet?"
It's a good thing she's cute, because she's still awake. Off to see what I can do about that...