Max is sitting on the fabulous blue couch, Big Betty resting on his lap and he’s laughing his head off. I’m sitting in the La-Z-Grrl ostensibly working on a freelance project that is due tomorrow, but really I’m just catching up on some blog reading. While watching the Today show, we saw one of those priceless commercials featuring Mr. Bill. Max fell in love instantly, and I told him that Mr. Bill is an old Saturday Night Live character. He immediately set to YouTubing old Mr. Bill videos.

“You dig him, don’t you?” I ask.
“I like his high squeaky voice, and what happens to him.” He’s grinning. “He always gets flattened.”

This will thrill Sister #2 to no end. Generally she arrives with the kidlings and an assignment for the day. So far the assignments have included: The role of the Vice President (and included a side lesson in memorizing all the VPs since 1970) and the asassination of Bobby Kennedy and the Civil Rights Movement. Apparently she lets whatever is being discussed on MPR in the morning dictate the day’s lesson.

The kidlings and I think she’s crazy.

So far, I am 0 for 2. Because, come on! I told her instead of that stuff I had taught them why the Rolling Stones are better than the Beatles, the difference between exposition and a prologue, and the many many complexities in the relationship of Whitley Gilbert and Duane Wayne.