Friday, July 8, 2011
Oliver was watching the news this afternoon with our house guest, an old friend who is visiting from D.C.. The friend is only twelve years old, but he's more than precocious -- he's brilliant -- and he is completely and utterly "up" on all things political, environmental, etc. It's amazing. We NEVER watch the news in this house, and aside from the occasional newspaper lookover, my sons are usually only exposed to sports on television. This is what Oliver said when he sat down for dinner:
Mom! So much has happened today! It's like a world record or something. Listen! William and Kate are in town; Betty Ford died; that girl who was kidnapped had a baby in the backyard; a person died at the stadium in Texas, Jaden Smith turned thirteen, a lot of people have been arrested!
As I stir-fried the Trader Joe's dumplings, I told him that it was a usual day and then I thought about how insular the life of a child can be. I felt happy about that, actually, happy that it seemed highly unusual to Oliver that "this is a momentous day!" well, maybe except for the royals who were spending the night down the street from our house in the British consulate. As the helicopters began to descend on the neighborhood, the boys ran outside and onto their bikes to catch a glimpse.
She's pretty, they said when they came back home, breathless.
And that's all the news of the day.