It’s Not All Mary Poppins

The Adventures of Nigel, first canto

George and Darcy are sitting on the piano bench, “reading” the music on the stand. George runs his finger along the staff, following along as they sing. The tune is a fairly high-pitched monotone, the rhythm very avant garde, the key signature variable, the song wends along for page after page and minute after minute…and the lyrics?

“…Baby Nigel’s mummy and daddy came back, oh, they came back, they came back and they taked baby Nigel home…And Baby Nigel was pooing at the market, and he got a present, he got a present, and then he had to go to the hospital because he brained himself with the present and it was some ABC puzzles…and they said at the hospital and Nigel’s mummy and daddy said to the nurse ‘Nigel brained himself right on his head with the ABC puzzle’…And the sun came out…”

February 14, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | 6 Comments

Bilingual Blove

“I can speak French!” declares George, who has hitherto displayed absolutely no bilingual propensity.

“You can!” declares Mary, ever supportive. “What can you say?”

George’s eyes flicker. “When my mummy teaches me, I will.”

“Can you say anything now?”

His eyes fall. His voice lowers. “Je t’aime.”

“Oh, George! What a nice thing to say. Je t’aime, aussi, George.”

“What was that? What did you say?” Arthur can’t bear to know there are words happening, and he’s on the outside.

I explain ‘Je t’aime’. Great approval all round.

“Je t’aime, George.”

“Je t’aime, Arthur.”

“Je t’aime, Darcy!”

“T’aime, Dah-see!”

“Je t’aime, Zach!”

The boys aimer all over. I love my job.

February 14, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | 8 Comments