And one for all!
Jul. 31st, 2005 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kate_schaeferOnly read this if you have a high tolerance for grandchildren anecdotes:
We're doing a summer cotillion of grandchildren. One Portland grandchild visited us last week while the other visited the grandmother in Woodinville. We traded grandchildren this afternoon at an outdoor performance of The Three Musketeers. It was a lovely afternoon, bright and sunny, and the park was very pleasant, with almost enough shade at each side of the glade in which the play was staged.
The performance was extremely mediocre. The players were earnest, but the play depended on one's familiarity with the story or one's delight in badly-choreographed swordfights. The granddaughters (the imported one and the local one) were immediately bored. The imported grandson was entranced. "Who's going to win? Who do you think will win? Is there going to be another fight soon?"
The play ended, as it does, with a high body count, followed by the curtain call and hat passage. "Well, anyway, nobody died," said the grandson. We agreed: nobody died. We could see them all standing there.
And after dinner, we heard him say to himself, over and over, "Two for one, and one for all! Two for one, and one for all!"
We're doing a summer cotillion of grandchildren. One Portland grandchild visited us last week while the other visited the grandmother in Woodinville. We traded grandchildren this afternoon at an outdoor performance of The Three Musketeers. It was a lovely afternoon, bright and sunny, and the park was very pleasant, with almost enough shade at each side of the glade in which the play was staged.
The performance was extremely mediocre. The players were earnest, but the play depended on one's familiarity with the story or one's delight in badly-choreographed swordfights. The granddaughters (the imported one and the local one) were immediately bored. The imported grandson was entranced. "Who's going to win? Who do you think will win? Is there going to be another fight soon?"
The play ended, as it does, with a high body count, followed by the curtain call and hat passage. "Well, anyway, nobody died," said the grandson. We agreed: nobody died. We could see them all standing there.
And after dinner, we heard him say to himself, over and over, "Two for one, and one for all! Two for one, and one for all!"
