Friday, April 11, 2008
Mr. B at breakfast this morning studying the back of the Honey Nut Cheerios box: Mom? Does this cereal have a lot of sugar in it?
Me: Well, sort of. Why?
Mr. B: I need to eat a lot of sugar.
Me: Why's that?
Mr. B: Because sugar makes your teeth rot out.
Me: Why do you want your teeth to rot out?
Mr. B: So that the tooth fairy will come and I will get a lot of money.
In other weighty news, my local writing partner got cast as an extra for Public Enemies, the Johnny Depp/Christian Bale flick being shot 30 minutes south of where I live. She'd asked me to go along for the auditions a month or so ago, but I assumed it would be a colossal waste of time to stand around with a thousand or so people eager to meet Mrs. G's Secret Boyfriend AND the Mamapop Mascot. Tempting, but a Major Time Suck. She went--and got cast! Apparently they had a very difficult time finding locals who were thin enough to look like they lived during the Great Depression...as always, hindsight is 20/20. I'm also short, so I coulda been a contender! Dang.
Mr. T has his qualification test for his 1st Degree Black Belt tomorrow afternoon--I'm a nervous and proud mama--stay tuned for a report on how he does!