This is going to be a very silly post for two excellent reasons.
1) I have had to treat Keira’s head for lice again, for the I-don’t-know-how-often times this year. The point is coming when I’m going to go, screw the chemicals, it’s time for an exorcist.
2) I have had wine.
You can see how Point One led into Point Two.
And so, in this freer – possibly crazed – state, I’m going to cross a job off my to-do list.
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Dear Jimmy Giggle and Hoot,
Over a year ago my son kissed an envelope goodbye and stood on tiptoe to post it into the letterbox, hoping it would fly and find it’s way to your – no doubt large – mailbag. And yet the time has passed without so much of a reply, when in the meantime other children of our acquaintance have posted pictures of their own for your fine ‘Giggle Gallery’ and gone on to be showcased for the nation to see.
Now, Jimmy, Hoot, between us, let me be the first to admit I understand your decision why you mightn’t have displayed that picture if you received it. A conceptual sketch of what Sonic the Hedgehog might look like if he stood upon a mound of the conquered, and still smouldering, ashes of his enemies might be a little progressive in taste for your morning audience.
OR IS IT?
We will never know now, will we?
Oh, don’t give me that quizzical look Jimmy. You know the kind of power you wield. Facebook fan pages! Articles in The Age! You’ve made it!
So while I might understand your decision (if you even received the picture in the first place – I concede it may have been lost in the mail), the fact remains there is a disappointed five year old waiting for some sort of reply.
I did offer for him to draw another so he could post it on this blog. But that did not go down well at all. Apparently that wouldn’t even begin to compensate to the kind of validation only you two can bestow.
Anyway, that’s about it from me.
I have to go run a lice comb through my daughter’s hair now. I’m sure that’s not something you normally need to worry about. LUCKY BASTARDS.
Cheers, Karen
