Big Bald Men
Puck got that bowl of spring break celebration carrots Friday afternoon after all, thanks to the thoughtfulness of his 3rd grade teacher. Although word on the street was that he participated in the ice cream option as well.
Meanwhile, Yali and I had also spent our day up at school. Yali took a seat at Puck’s lunch table, where he was quickly surrounded by a gaggle of 3rd graders vying for “thumbs up”, high fives, “te amos”, and – of course – dibs on who knew him better. Things were starting to get fired up until Heidi decided to clarify once and for all by asking me:
“Mrs. Silverspoon! Who met Yali first out of all the kids here?”
That one was easy. Heidi received the blue ribbon.
The good-natured squabbling continued later in the afternoon when Yali and I – taking a couple of long walks around the school property – once again ran into Puck’s class, this time on the playground.
“Can I hold Yali?”
“Can I hold Yali too?”
“Can I hold him after so-and-so does?”
“Can I hold him after so-and-so and so-and-so does?”
This time, Heidi wasn’t present to delegate the order of baby-handling, so I had to figure that one out for myself.
At around eight o’clock, Carrie-Bri, Rose, and Francis arrived for the usual Friday night movie night. Also as usual, we hadn’t pre-selected our film of choice for the evening. Oxbear pulled up Netflix as the situation was discussed. Rose was for The Rock in “San Andreas”; Francis was pretty set on “O Brother Where Art Thou?”.
“Come on,” Rose said. “If there was a natural disaster, The Rock is exactly the kind of guy you’d want around to save the day.”
I wasn’t as convinced. “I’d still take Matt Holliday over The Rock.”
“That’s just because Collette likes big bald men,” said Carrie-Bri. “Matt Holliday, Yul Brynner… So does Rose. Actually, I guess I like Yul Brynner, too…”
Francis, from a younger generation, asked, “Who’s Yul Brynner?”
“He played the main role in ‘The Magnificent Seven’.”
“Oh, yeah! He was slick!”
So maybe it’s just a Snicketts kid thing in general. Although later I discovered that Yul Brynner was only five foot, eight. So much for that theory.
We ended up watching “The Road to Bali”. And I can say with pretty definite authority that neither Bing Crosby nor Bob Hope were big, nor bald.