Stratford-upon-Avon, England
Today we visited The House Where Shakespeare Was Probably Born. After that, the house he bought once he got rich and famous. And after THAT, the gorgeous house owned by his daughter Susanna and her doctor hubby, John Hall. I'm so happy for Shakespeare that his daughter married well.
So, Magic Shake-Ball, I thought we were having a great day. Then one of the kids said "This is the worst day of my life. I wish I'd never been born." Granted, this child tends toward hyperbole, but still.
Here are some other gems from the day:
From the three-year-old:
"Why can't we see Bakespeare?"
"Is that [Japanese tourist] Bakespeare?"
(after overhearing comment about Othello) "Why did that man try to kill his wife?"
And from the other two:
"Mom, if you say one more thing about Shakespeare, I'm going to kill myself"
"I never want to talk about Shakespeare again"
"Do you think that everyone cares about Shakespeare because you do? Because they DO NOT"
Oh, Magic Shake-Ball! Have I traumatized them for life? Will they grow up to be Shakespeare haters?
Magic Shake-Ball's answer:
"Be collected. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done" (The Tempest 1.2.98-100)
Seriously? No harm done? You're so awesome!
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