I keep having plans to do a nice long blog entry but then I look at what I'm supposed to do for work, the huge list, and it just freaks me out and I want to run away. But here's a short item.
First up, you must know that I have lived for the last 3-4 months at Narnia Central. Everything is King Edmund this and Prince Caspian that to no end. On some days, B only responds to the name "Prince Caspian". Each of us has been assigned various Narnia characters. (I vary between the Bad King Miraz, Peter, Aslan, and Glenstorm the Centaur.) B wears his "knight boots" and carries a sword in a belt and his favorite game is "battle". He has a castle set and a sword and shield set and we practice pretend archery all the time. OK, you get the idea. Now, here's the slight humor:
Anyone remember the song "Poison Arrow" from the early 80s?
"Shoot that poison arrow through my heaaarrr-eaarrrt. Shoot that poison arrow."
And the singers were just oh so sensitive looking in the video. Well, for some reason I got that song in my head and sang it for B. (OK, I sang the lines I just gave you since I don't know any others.)
As I'm going "heaaaarrrrr-earrrrt" B lines up with his pretend bow and shoots an arrow right into my heart. I scream, "aahhhh!" and stick my tongue out dead.
"Do it again!"
"Shoot that poison arrow through my heaarrrr-earr-aaaghhh!!"
Rinse and repeat. Hilarious.