Last night, Otto read his poem while I was cooking Bolognese. Were I to write a recipe on how to make Bolognese, I would absolutely include the part about your eight-year-old son reciting a poem in French as you bubble your onions in butter. The dish surrenders to this whispering and yields six portions without despair.
As the bready beasts were bubbling away, this is when we talked of Marcie. “Marcie is in love with CHARLIE!” Lucy lays down. “Charlie loves Peppermint Patty!” Lucy says. “I thought Marcie loved Peppermint Patty?” I add. “NO! Charlie Brown loves the little redhead girl,” Otto corrects. “Peppermint Patty loves Chuck.” “Why is the ‘Little Redhead Girl’ called the ‘Little Redhead Girl, anyway!?'” Good question, Otto. Things, other than Bolognese, got a bit heated. Otto has been reading the Peanuts Gang. He loves the adventures of Snoopy and Woodstock. He puzzles about this redhead and all the dialog between girls and boys.
And this is “Pyro,” Otto’s Halloween costume. It’s not even October and I’m off sewing or buying stuff for the nextest holiday. Lucy is busy committing us to the big evening dress. I must admit, I admire her planning.