Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Witches of South 10th Street
















I walked outside this morning to water plants and saw these on our porch.  They are fake fingernails.  Children's fake fingernails.  The kind that I used to put on as a child when dressing up as a witch.  I think these belong to two good little witches who happened to stop by The Bungalow last night to beg for Flavor Ice and a story.  They got their Flavor Ice and I offered the tale of Pegasus, Medusa or the Minotaur.  They chose the Minotaur, and sat wide-eyed together on the chaise lounge, listening to the story, until a mother's call lured one of them away...

4 comments:

Attilla The Mum said...

That's why you will ALWAYS have kids hanging around your casa. You have sugar and stories!

Plus, you're giving them a leg up on their Western Civ studies for high school. Edith Hamilton, look out!

La_Petit_Rouge said...

Yes, Attila, you are correct. Sugar and stories. And the first time they begged for the Medusa story, I read it to them from Hamilton's Mythology...not realizing that there were naughty parts. I had to improvise quickly to cover the inappropriate parts...

lauri said...

Improvising .. The hallmark of a good teacher. The story was so good they shed their fingernails, I think.

La_Petit_Rouge said...

Lauri, you give me much credit. Probably too much.