This morning, Moo told me she’s begun reading Romeo and Juliet. I asked her if she thinks she has a good grasp on it. She said she doesn’t care because she doesn’t like Shakespeare. I gasped. I tried to sell Shakespeare.
“Really? Is he too brilliant for you?”
“But Moo, he made up words, just like you!”
“We still use them all the time!”
On and on I blathered.
Shit English majors say.
Nothing I said got more than a polite nod.
A polite nod to Shakespeare.
My parents tried to sell me word games, good-for-you cookies, golf, gardening, coasters, music, auto racing, doing the dishes immediately, tact, arts n’ crafts, getting my hair out of my face, cooking and baking, waiting for marriage, love of travel, thyme, bird watching, hot weather, weak coffee, and something called “saving”???
Eh, ya win some, ya lose some.