Please excuse this brief vacation from my blog-cation. Blog-cationvacation, if you will (i.e. a day on which one blogs when one is supposed to be taking vacation from said blogging). You see, I went home sick yesterday, and that morning Alice was, well… She was Alice.
When The Kidling stumbled downstairs in her typically groggy (and grumpy) fashion, The Mama tried to cheer her up by engaging in a little guessing game.
The Mama: Do you know what fun day it is today?
The Mama: No, it is a school day. But today is a fun holiday where you go to school.
Alice: Fireworks day?
The Mama: Nope. It’s Halloween!
Alice: (disappointed) Awwwwwwwwwww.
Hmm. That didn’t go over quite the way I expected. Not to be deterred, I told The Kidling about all the fun things her teacher had planned: costumes, a parade, games, watching the big kids in their big kid costumes…
Not for lack of trying, The Kidling remained unconvinced of the merriment that was to be had on All Hallows’ Eve. So we went about our morning. When it came time to get dressed, Alice resumed her grouchfest.
Alice: Well, I want it to be Fireworks day.
The Mama: Sorry kiddo. I really can’t do anything about it. I’m not the boss of the world.
Alice: Well SOMEone has to be boss of the world.
The Mama: Actually Alice, there isn’t a boss of the world.
Alice: Yeah there is.
The Mama: Okay then, who is the boss of the world.
Alice: Barack Obama.
So Happy Halloween, Mr. President! You’ve just gotten yourself a promotion.