if the Potato were Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer by this Peony’s sleepover;

and all the Bee that lour’d upon our house

in the deep bosom of the night away from home.

Now are our brows bound with Mommy kisses;

our pudgy arms wrapped around Daddy’s neck;

our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

(P.S.–the Bee had a great time.)

(P.P.S.–Sorry, Will!)


January 21, 2007. random other things.


  1. Deidre Aufiero replied:

    Great news. I’ve been trying to get my head (and schedule) around arranging more time for Fiona with her peers. Then I talk myself out of it, saying, pioneer kids and farm kids never played with anyone other than their siblings. But for the hope that stern alarums shall change to merry meetings …

  2. chichimama replied:

    Glad Bee had a good time. And glad Potato did too.

    I always forget how easy it can be with just one in tow. Hope you had some fun as well…

  3. Kimberly replied:

    oh good. I didn’t want to be worried, but sleepovers can be a bit of a pressure cooker–so glad the Bee wasn’t the one who got cooked.

    (And…um…are you implying something about the Potato by using a Richard the III soliloquay? Actually, most three year olds are very Richardlike, aren’t they? My kingdom for a sippy cup!)

  4. Daydreams and Musings replied:

    Very cute! We’ve had a similar experience with M Girl while her older sister has been spending lots of time in rehearsals. She gets the best of both worlds – she spends some time as an only child and then gets to have a big sister to torture the rest of the time. What could be better than that?

  5. Susan replied:

    that is an amazing bit of poetry. Glad she had fun!

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