The Owl and the Pussycat

You'll all be glad to know today was much better for Anna. Unfortunately I was at work most of the day, but still, I am glad for her.

Did I tell you she knows the entire poem "The Owl and the Pussycat" by Edward Lear? Apparently they learned it at school. I guess it may not be that impressive, since it is just rote memory, but still, its a long poem. She bowled me over one morning before school when it came out of her mouth, word after word, like she was possessed by the spirit of some spinster librarian.

Everytime she tells it to me now, it reminds me of our friend Greg Bennett (are you out there, GDFB?). He once told us about a wedding he went to in which "The Owl and the Pussycat" was recited as part of the ceremony. Knowing Greg, I can't imagine him not cracking up during the wedding.

Imagine these words coming out of my sweet Anna's mouth:

The owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a be-yooooo-tiful Pussy you are, you are , you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."

Yeah, Anthony can't keep a straight face, either.

Later in the poem, the Owl and Pussycat sail away, for a year and a day, to the land where the bong-tree grows. Not palm tree, like I originally thought, but BONG tree! Sounds like sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll to me!

Also, Colin evidently DID sleep in his spidey shoes last night (!). When he woke up grumpy from his nap, Anthony had the spidey sense to put the shoes back on, and the grumpy mood was vaporized! Maybe I need to buy Anna a pair, too...