Congo

I walk out of Uniqlo on Regent Street to find an assemblage of officers chaperoning a peaceful protest demanding free elections in the Democratic Republic of Congo, pictured. There are probably a thousand people and the vibe cheerful which is entirely the opposite of everything I know about the Central African country whose Second Congo War, beginning in 1998, devastated the country, involved seven foreign armies and is sometimes referred to as the "African World War". Despite the 2003 peace accords, fighting continues in the east of the country. In eastern Congo, the prevalence of rape and other sexual violence is described as the worst in the world by the Washington Post. The war is the world's deadliest conflict since World War II, killing 5.4 million people since 1998. The vast majority died from malaria, diarrhea, pneumonia and malnutrition.

Comics & Comix

To the kids great pleasure (and my secret enjoyment), Stan sends the Sunday funnies from the Montrose Daily Press.  They are all there, too : Doonesbury (my all-time favorite), Garfield (what is that rascal up to this week?), Blondie (I always think of Roger), The Peanuts (my first comic), For Better Or For Worse (I've followed the family story-line since 9th grade) and so on and so forth.  There is sometimes need to police the grabbing but, for the most part, the Shakespeares well behaved when it comes to the breakfast table sharing.

Eitan uses his mobile phone to inform me he will be late coming home as he watches a school football match. Yep, we enter the Next Stage. Slowly, but surely, she comes.

Ball Gowns

Sonnet's Ball Gowns green-lighted for May 19, 2012, at the V and A and will be the first exhibition in the refurbished fashion gallery (image from the museum).

The expo to host 60 ball gowns from 1950 by designers like Vivienne Westwood, John Galliano and Alexander McQueen (his S/S 2011, pictured). A special shout goes to Gareth Pugh's metallic leather dress designed for the exhibition. Will he wear it, I wonder?

And, since this is England, Sonnet includes some Royalty like the Norman Hartnell designed for Elizabeth the Queen Mother, Princess Diana’s ‘Elvis Dress’ by Catherine Walker. Our informal Brit royalty on display, too: Daphne Guinness, Elizabeth Hurley and Bianca Jagger, Hardy Amies, Ossie Clark, Bill Gibb, Belleville Sassoon, Murray Arbeid, Bruce Oldfield and Julien MacDonald. The show's aim, as everything at the museum leading up to the London Olympics, to showcase British talent.

"Clothes and jewellery should be startling, individual. When you see a woman in my clothes, you want to know more about them. To me, that is what distinguishes good designers from bad designers."
--Alexander McQueen

McD's Distribution

On Thanksgiving, when America pigs out, it somehow seems meaningful to see how often where : pictured, the US visualised by distance to the nearest McDonald's. The clown is in your house.

Created by Stephen Von Worley

Smooth Criminal

Madeleine bakes ginger bread cookies which, she notes, "Is the hardest cookie I have ever made. And I have made loads of cookies."

Me: "What are you doing?"
Eitan: "Don't have a cow Dad. I'm only playing."
Me: "With red play dough? In the living room?"
Eitan: "It's not like any of it has fallen on the carpet."
Me: "Let me paint you a scenario. Me:  'How did this play dough get into the carpet? It's ruined. Eitan! No football for the rest of the season!' You: 'waa waa waaa . . ..'  I just saved you a lot of hardship, mister. "
Eitan: "I don't cry like that. That is how Madeleine cries."
Madeleine: "Huh?"
Me: "Eitan, were I you, I would quit while I was ahead."

Mad Hatter

Cool!

Madeleine and I have a movie-date and she chooses "Alice And Wonderland" from our local Blockbuster which is going out of business fast.  Johnny Depp is fun for about 30-minutes then I lose interest in the film and surf the net and blog. Pizza arrives and we have a perfect evening together.

Sonnet Home

Sonnet back to us and we pick her up @ T5 following 7AM swim practice (groan, Madeleine to tears)

Madeleine: "Dad will you stop singing please."
Eitan: "I've never been so cold in my life."
Me: "Don't worry, the car is warming up. Don't you like my singing?"
Madeleine: "Not really."
Me: "I remember driving to swim practice and Moe was always the happiest one in the car. Go figure."
Madeleine: "He probably wasn't jumping into the freezing cold water."
Me: "Our pools outdoors. Plus we had to walk from the car to the pool in the freezing cold rain in the dark."
Madeleine: "What would you do if the pool froze over?"
Me: "I don't think it ever happened."
Madeleine: "Well, what would you do?"
Me: "Go ice skating. In my pants."
Eitan: "Dad!"
Madeleine: "At least you wouldn't have to get in the water, then."

Me, listening to the radio: "Do you guys like Elton John?" ['Call it the Blues' plays]
Eitan: "Yeah, I guess so. I used to get him mixed up with Nelson Mandela."
Me: "Oh?"
Eitan: "Their names are kinda the same, like, with the 'l.'"
Me: "Makes sense."
Eitan: "Plus I thought Nelson Mandela was a singer."

Performance

Madeleine performs "stuff", she tells me now, which includes a few group songs, a bit of acting and some dance.  We parents enjoy the spectacle, even if I cannot follow the most of it.  The conclusion : a rousing "Mama Mia" followed by a singalong of "Just A Small Town Girl" by Glee and before that Journey.

Me: "This dog is driving me crazy. What are we going to do with him?"
Madeleine: "Do you want to give him back?"
Me: "Of course not. Would I ever give you back?"
Madeleine: "You can't 'cuz I'm your kid."
Me: "Oh, really? I was thinking maybe we would give you to Auntie Katie or Dana. Or maybe Gracie and Moe?"
Madeline: "You're not really being serious, are you Dad?"
Me: "Hmmm it's tempting. I'll have to check with your mother first."
Madeleine: "Dad!"
Me: "I could never give you up never you worry."

Thameside

I am in Paris for the night and stay at my usual.  Yes, the Super Investor conference going on with the Good and the Great in the 75008 but I am here to see Astorg and have a few meetings on the side.  What is clear : pessimism in the air : private equity investors look at Europe and think : WTF? The bad times will be good for some and brutal others . Astorg, for her part, viewed as the #1 buyout firm in France and last week ranked 6th globally of all pe firms by HEC-Dow Jones for the vintages covering 1998 to 2007 by performance.

Astorg are dudes who know how to make money and not everybody, most in fact, does. As the founding partner once told me, in broken English: "Astorg a system that allows ze best ideas to reach the top for a decision by ze Investment Committee."

Eitan at the Attack Rugby Festival representing his local primary. He reports that "we won three, lost three, and drew one. We were one point away from reaching the semi-finals. We could have done better."


Madeleine: "Dad, what do you think would happen if we strapped one of your rockets to Rusty with duck tape?"
Me: "Um, I've not thought of that before."
Madeleine: "I bet it would take a lot of his fur off."
Me: "Yes, it probably would."
Pause
Me:  "Don't get any ideas kid."

Me: "Hey, Madeleine, stop doing the dishes and come over here and listen to one of my favorite songs : "Just Like Heaven", by The Cure."
Madeleine: "Okay. . ."
Me: "I used to listen to this in college, you know, on a Friday night by myself thinking about some girl . .."
Madeleine: "Hold Rusty. I want to do 'the worm.'"
Madeleine does 'the worm' on the kitchen floor.

"You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream "
-"Just Like Heaven" by The Cure

Burlington Arcade

I occasionally walk the Burlington Arcade behind Bond Street connecting Piccadilly to Burlington Gardens. There are Rolex watches and cashmere sweaters and similar such stuff mostly for the Chinese and other tourists who can afford it.

The arcade built in 1819 by Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of then 5th Duke of Devonshire, who inherited the adjacent Burlington House, on what had been the side garden; the arcade built, reputedly, to prevent passers-by throwing oyster shells and other rubbish over the wall of his home.

In '64 a Jaguar Mark X charged down the arcade, scattering pedestrians, and six masked men leapt out, smashed the windows of the Goldsmiths and Silversmiths Association shop, and stole jewellery valued at £35,000. They were never caught.

Big Brother Is Now

The Lancaster City, PA, Council voted unanimously to begin near-constant aerial surveillance of its city from May 1. (Did you know that Lancaster is the oldest inland city in the United States?)

The surveillance will be done by a piloted Cessna 172 fixed-wing aircraft for 10 hours a day and will cost the city $300 an hour, or about $90,000 a month. The technology, developed by the Lancaster-based Spiral Technology, Inc., includes the use of infrared imaging. "The camera could spot a home invasion robbery or track unsuspecting criminals. It could note car accidents so patrol cars could get there more quickly," city officials told the Los Angeles Times. Lancaster will be the first city in the nation to use the technology, which has previously only been used by the military, NASA and a few other federal agencies.

Me: "How was your visit to [Head Master] Mr H's offices (for poor behavior)?

Madeleine: "I didn't have to go."

Me: "Oh? Why not?"

Madeleine: "Mr B forgot."

Me: "Maybe I should have a talk with Mr B."

Madeleine: "No! That is so unfair!"

Me: "How is your behavior, then?"

Madeleine: "Fine. You are so cruel."

Me: "It was not me mis-behaving young lady."

Madeleine: "It wasn't a Big Deal, anyhow, Dad."

Me: "You don't get to decide that."

Madeleine: "You just want to see me in trouble."

Me: "No, just the opposite, actually."

Madeleine: "Are you going to talk to Mr B?"

Me: "We shall see how it goes and that is the best you are going to get from me."

Photo from the movie "1984".

Fulham FC

The All Stars play a friendly against the Fulham Academy under-10s, pictured, on the Fulham FC grounds. Just another Tuesday night.  Me, I go running, then sit in reception to keep warm and blog and watch England vs. Sweden on the tele (England has not defeated Sweden since '68).

I listen to the ancient grounds keepers bitch about this or that but, man, do they know every blade of grass about their football: "Come on Theo, lad, put one in there!" and so on and so forth.  One offers : "I was was at John Terry's house last week" (John Terry being the England captain before he shagged his best mate's wife); the immediate reply: "On the job, were ya?" and so it goes. What really gets them going, though, is who is getting paid what for doing nothing.  I chip in my enthusiasm whenever England makes a strike or the goalkeeper Carson blocks something, anything (Eitan and I both agree: Carson a butter-fingers who kept us out of the '08 Euro Cup by allowing a clunker against Croatia. But who remembers these things?).

Then again, who would have ever thought that I would care about soccer, let alone spend half my waking life driving the boy to and from practice or watching games in my free time, as we do tonight, well past Eitan's bed time?  Not having grown up with a home team , I miss the passion of, say, a Liverpool or ManU fan, but I can appreciate the misery and joy having followed Cal from age three. Okay, Cal has been mostly misery but I still get it.  England wins, 1-nil. 

Madeleine's visit to Mr H gets a shrugged shoulder. More on this later.

Our Little Darling

Madeleine, March 2005, Kew Gardens

Me: "How was your day, Kiddo?"
Eitan: "Madeleine was in school assembly. And she got into trouble."
Me: "Oh? What did she do?"
Eitan: "She tied some girls shoe laces together and now she has to go to Mr H's office [school Head Master] tomorrow morning. 
Me: "Remember when I exploded that stink bomb on the school bus in 6th grade?"
Eitan: Yeah, so?"
Me: "I had to go to the principal's office, too, and I was crying like crazy. I bet she's terrified."
Eitan: "Are you mad at her?"
Me: "No. Not for this."

Later.
Me: "Hi Madeleine, how was your day?"
Madeleine: "I was in class. And I knocked a book over and it made a 'thump' and I lost two-minutes of 'Golden Time'".
Me: "Did that happen in assembly?"
Madeleine: "Um, no Dad, that was something different."
Me: "Yes?"
Madeleine: "I was sitting next to Billy and Zac and next to Billy there was Sarah. And I was absent-mindedly tying Sarah's shoe laces together. .. ."  
Me: "Absent mindedly. Then what?"
Madeleine: "Mr B looked over, and saw me, and he was furious. I lost another two-minutes of 'Golden Time.'  And tomorrow I am going to Mr H's office. It is so unfair."
Me: "What would have happened if Sarah had fallen and hurt herself?"
Madeleine: "She wouldn't have, Dad. Mr B should not have been so mad."
Me: "He has to keep a class of 29 kids under control. I bet he was mad."
Madeleine: "If you are trying to make me feel better it is not working."

Later.
Madeleine: "I have an idea. About going to Mr H's office.
Me: "Let's hear it."
Madeleine: "I will get hit by a car. Then they will put me in one of those things, a body cast, and I will have two broken legs and broken arms."
Me: "And a poked out eyeball? Or your left nostril torn open!"
Madeleine: "Yeah! And they will wheel me into his office and Mr H will be, like, 'Woa!"
Me: "No doubt."
Madeleine: "Then he will ask me what happened and I will tell him that I was hit by a car, thrown into a sharp shrubbery and then mugged and everything."
Me: "Diverting his attention?"
Madeleine: "Yes."
Me: "And he will let you off?"
Madeleine: "Of course. He will be crying so hard he won't remember the shoe laces."
Me: "Good plan but let's not do it."
Madeleine: "Why not?"
Me: "Just promise, Ok please"
Madeleine: "Ok, Dad. Whatever you say."

Self Portrait XXII

Madeleine: "Usually, if a couple of people are walking down the street, it is about the looks first."
Me: "True. But there are other things too of course."
Madeleine: "Then there is the personality."
Me: "I thought your mother the prettiest thing I'd ever seen when we first met. Still do."
Madeleine: "If you were walking down the streets of London do you think you would attract good looks now?"
Me: "You tell me."
Madeleine: "Um, no offense to you, Dad, but probably not. You would only have the chance if you had a purple shirt, white trousers, and that hair you had when you were younger that made your head look square."
Me: "That all?"
Madeleine: "And your other glasses."
Me: "That's very nice of you."
Madeleine: "Don't forget that it's the thought that counts."

Madeleine: "Guess what Alex is getting?"
Me: "How should I know?"
Madeleine: "He is going to get a tarantula and a scorpion."
Me: "Doesn't he already have a snake?"
Madeleine: "Yes."
Me: "You won't be going over there for a play date anytime soon."
Madeleine: "They're safe, Dad. They had their penises taken off."
Me: "They had their penises taken off? How does that make them safe?"
Madeleine: "Pincers, not penises."
Me:
Madeleine: "You know I can see the veins on your head when you laugh like that."

Epson Eagles

Our routine marches forward and today the All Stars in stride with a comprehensive win over the Epson Eagles whom, I am told, Elm Grove hold a grudge following last season's trouncing and a coach who tells his Eagles to run through our boys with hard tackles.  Final score : 6-2.

Sonnet and Marcus in Denver with Stan and their family.

Me: "What did you do in school today?"
Madeleine: "B and A and I played this game. Only I don't think I should tell you what it was."
Me: "Why?"
Madeleine: "Because it's gay."
Me: "Come again?"
Madeleine: "Well, it was. Gay, that is."
Me: "Do you know what 'gay' means?"
Madeleine: "Yes, Dad. It is when a man loves a man."
Me: "Or a woman loves a woman."
Madeleine: "No, that is when they are lesbians."
Me: "Either way, they're both laughing and smiling and having a gay time and stuff."
Madeleine: "Z is always like that, hugging the boys."
Me: "Yeah?"
Madeleine: "Do you think he's gay?"
Me: "Z gay?"
Madeleine: "What's so funny?"
Me: "I wasn't expecting this conversation that's all."


Madeleine points at a black, convertible Mercedes: "I know who owns that car."
Me: "Who, then?"
Madeleine: "He lives there [Madeleine points to our neighbor's house]. He's 72."
Me: "That's pretty cool."
Madeleine: "And he's a spy."
Me:
Madeleine: "I have this theory. See the side things that look like fish gills or something?"
Me: "Yes?"
Madeleine: "That is wear the machine guns come out."
Me:
Madeleine: "And the top, too. The machine guns come out of there as well."
Me: "Your imagination is really  going tonight."
Madeleine: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Oh, nothing, really."

Silver, 1935-2011

Silver Stanfill passed away following complications from heart surgery. My photograph of Silver from the summer in Montrose, Colorado.

I met Silver in July 1993 at Jeremiah Tower's restaurant Stars in San Francisco, an appropriate venue for a larger-then-life personality. I did most of the talking, I recall, having decided to defer business school for a couple of years to be in love with Silver's daughter. Silver listened patiently with a knowing smile as if to suggest : this is the one for my Sonnet. She gave me the same look when, two years later, Sonnet and I announced to our families that we were to be married and again at Eitan then Madeleine's birth.

Silver from a serious family : her father a medical surgeon who served in the Second World War which rendered him unempathetic, and three sisters , each of different generations, owning their respective movements of the '50s, '60s and '70s. It is not surprising, then, that Silver went to Vasser to study Latin and drama. Her friends and compatriots were Nancy Graves (first women to solo at the Whitney), Patricia Rakic (neuroscientist) and Jane Fonda. Silver's life changed again when she met, and married, Stan inside two weeks - Christmas Eve would have been their 50th anniversary.

Stan and Silver moved to Alaska in '61 for the work and the adventure - Alaska had become a state in '59 - just in time for the Good Friday Earthquake , measuring 9.2 on the Richter scale, which ripped Anchorage along the fault line. Silver described the city "melting" and 40 foot tree-tops whipping back and forth touching the concrete.

Soon following their arrival, Silver became a literature professor at the University of Anchorage, including a Fulbright to Split, Yugoslavia, and a teaching year in Sheffield, England; she took a sabbatical for her Masters in Boulder, Co, and a leave of absence to teach at the Lycee in San Francisco. With two children, and -40 degree winters, she graded papers, smoked cigarettes and hosted cocktail parties to know the other frontiersmen and women : like the Manhattan debutante who lives in a remote log cabin and can skin a moose.  Silver's course , "Women's Autobiography," contributed to the Feminist Movement; I have met alumnae in London and Paris who tell me this class changed their life's direction.

Silver had no time for fiction. She loved the New Yorker ("A cool bath on a warm day"), local crafts catalogues and any writing on women and artists , often supporting their work esp. if Southwestern or Native American. In Alaska, she made sure her children appreciated theatre, ballet, Europe and culture with frequent trips abroad when the jets went to London over the North Pole. Later on, Santa Fe became her favorite place and she and Stan went for the summer opera, a shared passion. She adored fashion and was remarkably proud of Sonnet's job at the V and A: Silver personally greeted 600 guests at the launch celebration of Sonnet's first museum exhibition, Ossie Clark, in '03.

Silver's last 12 years spent in Montrose in a home she and Stan designed , with views of the snow-capped mountains, and surrounded by art. Silver's influence on Eitan and Madeleine, limited by geography, profound : a hard-earned belly chuckle for a clever comment from either child left each glowing; a stern look sent them slinking away.

Me, I love Silver's eccentricity , which remains with me, her vitality and intellect. For the first five years of our relationship the latter made me, well, terrified. We looked across a great divide of age and interests. Once , however, we found our middle-ground, which included England, museums and family, I became able to appreciate her unique and particular qualities : Dusting the plants whilst wearing a gas mask. Eating salad and ice cream for dinner, nothing else. Reciting complete poems learned at Vassar 55 years ago. I posted her Royal bric a brac and she quoted me passages from Shakespeare. We enjoyed each other's company. I respected her. She was a special person. Erit ipsum.

now is a ship

which captain aim
sails out of sleep

steering for dream
--ee cummings

The Slug

Let's revisit Phil Gramm.

Many economist believe that the 1999 legislation spearheaded by Gramm and signed into law by President Clinton — the Gramm-Leach-Biley Act -was significantly to blame for the 2007 subprime mortgage crisis and 2008 global economic crisis. The Act is most widely known for repealing portions of the Glass-Steagall Act, which had regulated the financial services industry. The Act passed the House and Senate by an overwhelming majority.

Gramm responded in 2008 to criticism of the act by stating that he saw "no evidence whatsoever" that the sub-prime mortgage crisis was caused in any way "by allowing banks and securities companies and insurance companies to compete against each other." Case study #1: The S&L crisis, following industry deregulation, costing Americans $500 billion by 1992.  Case study #2: the collapse of the financial system, following industry deregulation.

Gramm's support was later critical in the passage of the Commodity Futures Modernisation Act of 2000, which kept derivatives transactions, including those involving credit default swaps, free of government regulation.

In its 2008 coverage of the financial crisis, The Washington Post named Gramm one of seven "Key Players In the Battle Over Regulating Derivatives", for having "[p]ushed through several major bills to deregulate the banking and investment industries, including the 1999 Gramm-Leach-Bliley act that brought down the walls separating the commercial banking, investment and insurance industries".

In October 2008, CNN ranked Gramm number seven in its list of the 10 individuals most responsible for the current economic crisis. In January 2009 Guardian City editor Julia Finch identified Gramm as one of twenty-five people at the heart of the financial meltdown. Time included Gramm in its list of the top 25 people to blame for the economic crisis. (Wiki)

Plume

Photo by Celso Ferrer, a fashion photographer in Brazil.

Eitan's class assembly honours Remembrance Day , singing "Dona Nobis Pacem" and "Going Home."

The kids pick their room colour.
Me: "I thought you were going for Manchester United red."
Eitan: "Na."
Madeleine: "Plus you will go crazy if it's red."
Me: "Oh really?"
Madeleine: "Yes. They used it to torture people in World Ward Two with red rooms."
Sonnet: "The correct expression is 'the Second World War.'"
Madeleine: "Whatever, mom. It's true."
Sonnet: "I always had a red room and look at me."
Eitan, Madeleine:
Sonnet: "Blabidiblablabibla!"
Me: "That was funny. Look, guys, Sonnet made a funny. Let's encourage her: Ha ha ha!"
Eitan, Madeleine: "Ha ha ha!"
Sonnet cracks up.

Mutai

Kenyon Geoffrey Mutai ( pictured, from web), is 30-years-old and sets today's NYC Marathon alight in 2:05:06 , breaking the course record by over two minutes. Seven-months ago he runs Boston, known for its Heartbreak Hill and uneven course, in an unsanctioned world best of 2:03:02, which is 4:43 miling. Mutai the odds-on favorite for the 2012 Olympics and we will be there.

In 1999, the last time I am to Nairobi, I go to the African Cross Country Championships , sponsored by the military, which, I think, about equivalent of the Super Bowl. If you are an African. The games begin at 8AM which makes sense with the 30-degree summer heat but, upon arrival, the horse track , which hosts the event, empty. I sit around for a couple of hours contemplating how to get back to my hotel when I bump into a German exchange student who tells me not to worry it should get under way by noon, give or take a couple of hours. 

Kenyon President Daniel Arap Moi arrives at 1:30PM and the race starts shortly after. I see David Chelule, who runs a 27:55 in the 10K that year and Paul Kosgei, who does Chelule one better at 27.45. Also at the line:  The great Daniel Komen, whose 1998 indoor and '96 outdoor records for 3,000m still stand while he remains the only man to run back-to-back sub-four-minute miles;.Komen also the second man, after Said Aouita, to break both the 13-minute mark for the 5,000m and the 3½-minute mark for the 1,500m. Then there is Paul Tergat , who held the world record in the marathon from from 2003 to 2007. This isn't the All Stars, it is one of the fastest cross country races ever assembled. And there I am, front ringside seat.

So the exchange student I mention is an assistant cross-country coach for a nearby village and she introduces me to five or six marathoners who have gone sub-2:15. If you meet , in your lifetime, a runner under 3-hours for the marathon it is a Big Deal - this would put him in the top 2% in today's NYC race. I learn that, to join the military team, a paid position, a Kenyon marathoner must be sub-2:10 for consideration and these guys, all under 120 lbs, embarrassed that they have not made the grade.

At 3PM the race ends (I do not recall who wins) and I observe the masses, who arrive now ensemble - maybe 200,000 people - walking and dancing towards the stadium, beating drums and celebrating their athletes. It is a joyous occasion , too - so what if they do not see the race. It is the participating, not the winning, that matters.

Barnes

Elm Grove defeats the Barnes Eagles 5-2 in an exciting match with the lads down 2-1 before storming back in the second half and the game tied  at the middle mark.  Eitan assigned middle-back, a new position, and Jack (pictured) the sweeper. Together, they are the All Stars' defense and, with the job, comes the pressure:  The Dads yell and shout if a ball gets by and Alphie, the goal-keeper, quick to blame. Still, Coach heaps praise on the boys , and appreciates that the back-field cedes glory to the strikers and wingers, Eitan's natural position. I ask him if he wants to return to the left wing but he is happy to go with what Coach says best for the team. And , besides, his way not to question authority.

Me: "What time did Kamila come in last night?"
Sonnet: "5AM."
Me: "You heard her?"
Sonnet: "Yes."
Me: "Just like a mother..."
Sonnet: "I am a mother."
Madeleine: "Can I practice my trumpet?"
Sonnet: "Let's let Kamila sleep a while, shall we?"
Madeleine: "But I will play softly."
Me: "You'll play softly."
Madeleine: "I can, Dad. It's only the trumpet."
Me: "Like yesterday when you were blasting away at 8:30AM."
Madeleine: "It was not blasting. I was practicing Jingle Bells."
Sonnet: "We know, honey, but let's wait for a little bit."