Last night, I sang “Itsy Bitsy Spider” to Nathan as I put him to bed. Because I had his enormous head cradled in the crook of my arm, I could only make spider gestures with one hand. Now I’m worried that instead of singing him a sweet (albeit off-key) lullaby, I’ve taught him gang signs. Great. I just wanted to put him to bed, not make him a member of the Crips.
I’m glad there wasn’t a new episode of Pushing Daisies last night since the one-handed lullaby ditty/gang sign demonstration really wore me out. (Bring it, daylight savings time! IT’S ON!) Is anyone else enjoying this show as much as I am? It has the same fast paced wit as Gilmore Girls but it doesn’t make me sneer at rich people. Only, in last week’s episode, Ned claimed that Chuck’s childhood memory of his peeing his pants wasn’t because he was scared, it was because the brie was runny. Kids eating brie before the age of 13? White privilege says what?
And speaking of television, here’s what the fall season will look like without writers (via Best Week Ever):