And when she’s not giving movie reviews, Katherine is telling us stories — usually the stories that she wants us to tell her at bed time, but then wants to have a starring role in. “Jack and the Beanstalk” was the selection tonight, and when Jack got to the castle and found the singing harp, Katherine insisted on telling us the next part:
Thank you for rescuing me and she said you can go over there and get the goose that lays the golden eggs and my master is a cruel giant who makes me sing whenever he comes in the room, la-la-la-la.
Which is, frankly, an incredible sentence. And if you’re not impressed, I don’t want to hear it.
Speaking of bed time, we’ve thrown in the towel on afternoon naps. She simply wasn’t taking them, and it was becoming way more of a hassle to try and impose them than the ostensible convenience (for us) of her taking them. The amount of interference she causes when downstairs asking for your attention is not significantly greater than when she’s coming out of her room (or banging on the door) every ten minutes …
Katherine won’t take naps, and I’ve grown to love them. I guess things go full circle in this life.
True. Though usually, if there are things to do, I usually struggle against napping in the afternoon, even if there’s opportunity to.
I’m impressed. She has great taste in roles, too!
Telling her a story has become as big a production as casting a Hollywood film. “I’ll be Jack, you be the Giant.” Until she decides she wants to shift around the roles again.
She can now be heard, as we go through the store, intoning, “Fee, Fie, Six, Seven,” and discussing grinding bones to make bread.
“Mmmm. Englishman bread,” noted the checker at Whole Foods on Saturday.
“And gluten-free,” I observed.
Margie does a great Goose, by the bye.