Monday, September 12, 2011
A pie made of humans (Titus Andronicus)
A plucked-out eyeball (King Lear)
A dose of poison in the ear (Hamlet)
A Polly Pockets Beach Ball in the arse (our house)
I was gonna do some profound talkin' about Shakespeare today, but recent events have proven more Marlovian. As in, Marlowe's Edward II where Edward gets something unpleasant shoved up his . . . Ahem.
For reasons unknown, my four-year-old decided to put a Polly Pockets Beach Ball in her bum today. Like, all the way in.
By the time we walked into the doctor's office, word had spread about our predicament. I noticed that the receptionist ladies were trying hard not to laugh.
After a brief but intense struggle, the doctor failed to remove the beach ball manually. It has since been released . . . more naturally.
How weird and gross is that?