The rain came back and we had a quiet afternoon, well, except for the kids in my house part. We popped popcorn, and watched Evan Almighty, cackling at bird poopy jokes, dancing like fools with Steve Carell and Morgan Freeman at the end of the show. Yes, the fictional freckled God added an 11th commandment to dance, and I believe in that kind of God. I do.
We all climbed on my bed, books in tow. Zack read a few on his own and then asked me to read a couple more to him. We read some classics: Frog and Toad, Edwina by Mo Willems, the brilliant. Then he raced to the shelf and found one of Lexi's book fair castoffs and begged me to play along. HE MADE ME READ MY LITTLE PONY - PONY PARTY. I thought I'd tossed that sucker long ago. What was I thinking? I mean, look at it:
Sunny Daze was dressed as a cheerleader. She jumped in the air and shook her pom-poms. "Three cheers for Pinkie Pie! She's a lovely butterfly!
So, I read it, sing-songy, jeering, but I read it. Lexi started laughing too, asking me why I hate the ponies like I hate McDonalds. I guess I didn't hide my disdain very well. But bedtime came and didn't have time to explain all the world's evils so I tucked them in, kissed their noggins and turned in, to my pony-less book.