Tonight at dinner, Young Ladrinka told us that they were studying the Digestive System in science. I’m a Democrat, and you won’t find me waging war on science any time soon, so I was naturally selected. I mean, naturally delighted.
“That’s wonderful!” I said, like the parenting articles say you’re supposed to so that the kids feel that you are interested in whatever the hell it is that they’re doing. “What did you learn?”
“Well, we learned the different stages of the digestion and then we did a play about it.”
“A play! How fantastic!”
“I wouldn’t say fantastic. I was the rectum.”
“All the better parts were taken.”
“What’s a better part?”
“Why is small intestine better?”
“Oh my god, Mom. Anything is better that the place where you store poop.”
“I’m sorry you had the rectum.”
“At least I wasn’t the anus, like Andrew.”
“The anus is not the rectum?”
“The anus is where the poop comes out of when it’s ready. You should go back to the fifth grade and learn this stuff.”
Probably. Apparently I’m not smarter than a fifth grader.
One year ago ...
- Theatre - 2013