OK,
I was reading a Shakespeare play (Henry
VI, Part 1) out of my big complete volume containing all of Shakespeare’s
plays and poetry. The binding is literally
at least six inches thick, and is about eight by ten in dimension. It’s a big book.
Matthew sees the book and says, “Wow, what’s
in that?”
“It’s
a book written by William Shakespeare,” I respond.
“Was
he a famous writer?”
“One
of the most famous.”
“He
must have written a lot.”
“Yes,
he wrote a lot of plays,” I said. “Do
you know what a play is?”
Matthew
looks me in the eye, crouches into a second baseman stance, pantomimes he is
catching a ball and tagging a runner out.
“Ha!”
I chuckle. “Not that kind of play.”
Matthew
thinks again. “You mean like in
football. He thought up a lot of
football plays?”
Hahaha,
OK, we’ll have to see a play.
Here’s
a picture from a couple of weeks ago. We
were at the house of one of my friends and there was a bowl of potato chips and
Matthew pulled out what he says is “the world’s largest potato chip, the world
record!”
That
is a big chip, but he’s just too much.
