We may all be busy celebrating Dr. Seuss's birthday, but I'd also like all and sundry to recognize that Jon Bon Jovi, icon of my youth, quintessential imprimatur of teased hair and spandex, is now eligible for AARP. Which is why I am writing this from a fetal position on the floor of my linen closet.
As if that weren't exciting enough, March is also Reading Month at my kids' school. Which is well timed, since I'd been searching for a book to read to them. Not a picture book, or a Book For Kids, but a book book, with characters and chapters and no pictures. I'd tried "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but the boys couldn't get into it. ("Daddy, why does Tom always want to 'lick' everybody?")
Last night, I read the first two chapters of ""The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and Robert was hooked. He disappeared into his room after dinner, and I had to pry the book out of his hands when it was time for Lights Out.
When I woke up, I found him with the book at the kitchen table, engrossed. So I walked across to the Big Calendar and circled May 25.
Me: "Did you know that May 25th is Towel Day?"
R: "What's that?"
Me: "It's a worldwide celebration of Douglas Adams' life and work."
R: "Oh, right! Because he says that towels are so important."
Me: "Yup. And one of the things people do on Towel Day is carry a towel with them everywhere they go."
R: "Or wear one like a cape?"
Me: "I suppose, sure."
R: "Dude. TELL ME MAY 25 IS A SCHOOL DAY."