H.o.p. had a busy Saturday and Sunday at Atlanta’s Jazz Festival with his dad, seeing Jaspects and Julie Dexter, Airto and Flora Purim, and Bobby Hutcherson. I didn’t go along as I was otherwise occupied, but they had a great time and H.o.p. ran and ran and ran and ran and came home complaining about how sweaty he was.
Later we sat down to attempt to memorize the “To Be or Not To Be” soliloquy. Why? I don’t know why as we’re not Shakespeare nuts here, but the other night H.o.p. announced that he wanted to learn it. Which means teaching him what it means.
And so we got to work.
H.o.p. began, “To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler, in the mind, to suffer a series of unfortunate events…”
Yes, yes, much like that, but it’s not quite right, H.o.p. Though that’s a good substitute and I like it very much.
H.o.p. began, “To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler, in the mind, to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and the unfortunate egg…”
And he drops a plastic egg on my head, laughing uncontrollably and pleased with his sense of humor.
So was I, to tell the truth. But not after the tenth time.
“To be or not to be. The end!” and he flung himself on the ground, again pleased with his sense of humor.
Eventually, he was able to learn the first several lines.
“It has a lot of exclamation points,” he remarked.
And the occasional, unfortunate egg.
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