So, the latest bedtime story fad at our house is “Harold and the Purple Crayon.” Conor reads it. [Some bedtime stories–chiefly Dr. Seuss–are Mama stories, others are Daddy stories.]
Tonight, he was reading and Mary was helping him. The following conversation ensued:
Conor: …and the thought of picnics made him hungry. So he laid out a nice simple picnic lunch. There was nothing but pie. But there were all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best.
Mary: Pies! I like cherry pies.
Conor: They are delicious, aren’t they? Let’s see…nine kinds of pie: cherry, rhubarb, chocolate, peach, [I contributed “apple”], blueberry, pecan, blackberry, strawberry!
Conor: When Harold finished his picnic there was quite a lot left. He hated to see so much delicious pie go to waste.
Wesley: pies! PIES!
Conor: …So Harold left a very hungry…
Conor: ….and a deserving…
Mary: Moose! I mean porcupine!
Conor: And, off he went, looking for a hill to climb, to see where he was.
Wesley [singing]: Pie, pie, pie…pie, pie, pie….
That boy has a pie fixation.