STILL SCOOPING UP THE PAST, Dear Reader, but this time the not-so-distant. It was only night before last that I spent the evening alone with the Little Actor. * My camera was whirring madly.
First there was the playground:
Then the faux playground.
Followed by a brief attempt to get into the not-quite NBA.
Rather unsuccessfully, sad to say,
but a good life lesson, anyway:
Tall people call the shots.
Not to fret--on the long walk home,
playgrounds spring up when least expected.
And then there's supper!
And a short stint as chef-in-training.
After which it's bath, bed and beyond....
When I've got it spliced together and edited, Dear Reader.
I'll need a title for my brand-new feature-length movie.
I'm thinking: It's a Wonderful Life. That has a positive ring.
Perhaps: A Star is Born. Or maybe (the
Little Actor lives on the west side of town):
West Side Story.
(*Not to be confused, Reader Dear--
I've now got two leading men,
both of them heartthrobs!)