Pillow Book

I keep a working list of things I would like Angelbaby to learn from me before I send her off into the world. Topping the list are skills such as cooking a complete meal, sewing a button, and playing a musical instrument.

Until recently, teaching my child how to deliver a oneliner never even made the list. But on the drive home from school a few days ago, my Angelbaby told a joke that left me wondering- how does one teach "funny" to a 7yr old. And now I am considering bumping knock-knock jokes up to the top 10, just after the lesson on diverting attention from your head on a bad hair day.

"Knock, Knock."

*silence...*

"Knock, KNOCK MOMMY!"

"Who's there?"

"Knock, Knock"

"Who's there?"

"Knock, Knock"

"Who's there?"

"Hot dog."

"Hot dog who?"

"Does anybody want the other half of my hotdog?" *giggle, giggle*

*sigh of despair*

Posted by Irish Geisha at 12:30 AM | Permalink

I missed the Artwalk this year, the Rascal and I were getting over the flu but I heard it wasn't as good as years past. I'm not surprised considering the advertizing this year, or shall I say lack there of.

Anyway the Rascal and I are volunteers for the Sidwalk fest this weekend.

I don't think I even posted about my experience last year. It's because I saw a movie that totally creeped me out. That is to say, I very nearly had an anxiety attack in the middle of the Alabama Theater. The flick was by a local director about a young musician trying to make his way in the big city. (New York) Anyway, the likeness was so close to an ex-boyfriend that through the entire movie I felt like I was suffocating. The ex and I did not part on good terms and it put me off musicians all together.

I'm sure my reaction would be enough to swell even the most modest director's ego. But honestly this year I hope the view is a little less intrusive.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 09:06 PM | Permalink