I skipped into the living room to tell HRH that the luthier had a new 7/8 for me to try.
“When would you go?” he asked.
“I’m thinking this Friday afternoon,” I said. “Next week’s lesson is Friday night and I won’t be racing off anywhere once it’s done, so I can ask my teacher what she thinks of it and we’ll have the time to discuss it. If I go then, I can meet you at work afterwards and we can both head over to your parents’ place to pick up the boy.”
“Mama,” said the boy, suddenly standing in front of me. He raised a finger and shook it at me, looking very serious. “You should never, never, never, ever go shopping… without… a boy.”
We looked at him, mouths open. He nodded again, certain of himself. “Yes. You should never go shopping without a boy.”
HRH and I melted from the cuteness, and we finally broke out of the stasis to laugh and laugh. I grabbed the boy and hugged him hard. Then I went and hunted up “Disobedience” by A.A. Milne to read to him for the first time.
How is it I’ve never read that?
Me neither!
Well, I know what I’m buying everyone’s kids for Yule! I love Milne’s poetry; it’s a pity most people are only familiar with the two books of Pooh stories and not the two volumes of poetry that are the companions.
I do own When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six; I’m just unfamiliar with that particular poem. My favorites are “The Mouse” and “Four Friends” and “The King’s Breakfast.”
I love “The King’s Breakfast”. Used to be able to rattle it off without a pause, too.