2007
every word means no i heard you say once long ago
maura @ 8:19 pm
T-47 days to Halloween and already the anticipation is running high in our house. Last week we got out the halloween dish towels, and Gus has watched Nightmare Before Christmas a few times since last month. Right now he’s watching the Halloweenies episode of The Adventures of Pete and Pete. Surely The Great Pumpkin can’t be far behind.
He’s also been obsessed with pirates lately. This year for Halloween he wants to dress as “a skeleton with a cutlass.” We’ll just reuse the skeleton costume he wore last year, but he wanted a real (plastic) sword (rather than the cardboard ones he + Jonathan create). So off we went to our mall-type place this morning.
I was hoping for something smallish and made of hollow plastic, but the sword we ended up with is nearly as tall as Gus and quite solid. Of course he can’t stop swinging it all over the place. I suggested that he whack the bed with it so hopefully nothing in our house will be accidentally broken anytime soon. The label said cutlass but Jonathan says it’s really a scimitar. And because nerd + nerd = little nerd, Gus spent much of this afternoon lecturing me on the differences between the two kinds of swords.
Let me take this moment to point out that the little hoarder hasn’t even finished his candy from Easter nor the most recent few birthday parties he’s attended (even with significant post-bedtime parental snacking!). All the same he’s cleaned out his traditional Halloween candy bag in preparation for the big event. Bring it on — we are ready!
10 comments on “every word means no i heard you say once long ago”
If I recall, a cutlass is 1D8, while a scimitar is 1D6.
I know, the reading in this course is intense! I have to admit that the other day I actually said to Gus: “I can’t answer any more questions right now.” It was about 5pm on day 2 home from school for Rosh Hashanah (Happy New Year! But wouldn’t it have been happier in school?).
Aiieee, don’t hurt my brain with yer D+Dness, Daniel! I am already in perma-disagreement with J over where to put all of the dang manuals he dragged home to Brooklyn from his mom’s basement one summer.
So yesterday at the Ren fair Ben bought Max a broad sword. (Not a real one, though they spent alot of time looking at the very dangerously real ones for sale!) They also jousted with foam “safe swords,” but did not buy one. There were many many kinds (real and toy) and I thought of y’all.
And no we were not in costume. “Tired family” is our actual state.
Safe swords, what a concept! I am trying to brainstorm ways to have Gus’s birthday party in our house rather than having to pay to have it somewhere…maybe I could get a bunch o’ safe swords and throw them into his room with all the kids and close the door?
Perhaps these will strike the proper cautionary note with Gus:
Daniel, that is hilarious. I fear showing it to Gus, though — he might take it as a plan of action!
Here’s a great scene from “Freaks & Geeks” (my brother has the exact same book Harris is reading — Ben S. gave it to him!):
I bet we have that book, too!
“We” don’t have that book, but if “we” did, “we’d” have a 1st. ed, TYVM.
Oh yeah, not only do moms have to learn all the dinosaur names (which have changed, goodbye brontosaurus!), all the large vehicles (I just found out what a truck train, or is it a train truck? is), all the parts of a rocket, all the insects in the history of the world (including those caught in amber a bazillion years ago), all the superheroes (plus the DC vs. Marvel thing, who knew!), and all the backstory from Star Wars, we also have to learn all the different kinds of swords.
Ya got yer epee (familiar to crossword puzzle-doers), yer cutlass (like the old car), yer lance…et al.
OK, I have to go do the reading right now!