Go Darke

It was my daughters birthday on the weekend, the ides of March. Fortunately boys called Brutus are few and far between these days, a name relegated to the junk heap of epithets, along with Adolf and Judas. Albeit for different reasons. I have casually mentioned to my daughter that given her auspicious birth date she should avoid politics, crossing Rubicon‭s, suspicious proto-Italians called Cassius¹ and (for good measure) two Gauls, one of whom may or may not be carrying a menhir.

[1] amusingly I played (a gay) Cassius in our school play version of Julius Caesar. Quite progressive for a Catholic convent school. (Maybe he/I was just effeminate… I think outright gay would have been a bridge too far)

Anyways as life advice goes I think I’ve done a pretty good job so far (pats himself on the back). Great parenting Joey. Well done!

It was also Saint Patrick’s day on Sunday (we had her party at the local Brewery) and so I was able to mitigate my social anxiety (of having to make small talk²) with green-beer.

[2] Remember Joey. No libertarian An-cap politics, existentialism, or AI angst. Which basically means I can talk about the weather and eh….

The kids painted Hedwigs and achieved other Potter-esque themed endeavors. I feel I need to mention this since our choice of venue might seem odd/delinquent to some sensibilities. I’m done having parties at our house though. The trauma of inviting the armies of HELL into your domicile and then having to deal with the aftermath of that poor decision, has inoculated me for life.

Brutus and Cassius are currently languishing on the ninth circle of that particular establishment for their role in Caesars murder. (As he circles back round to the beginning) At least according to Dante. Along with Judas Iscariot who got first prize in the category of everlasting torment. That whole shish-kebab kicks off next week again. (Seriously where has this year gone?)

I told my youngest earlier if she didn’t start behaving herself RIGHT NOW, the Easter bunny wasn’t coming!

Immediate compliance and profuse apologizing.

I am such a monster.

Although to be honest, I am a little flattered that my daughter thinks I have so much pull with an inter-dimensional³ cotton-tail…. when really my only experience with these creatures (and their machinations) is having once read Watership Down… which didn’t really sell me on the whole burrow living arrangement thing it must be said…

[3] I assume this is how she gets around, although I’m willing to pen a retraction should a competing theory arise which seems more credible. Also I apologize for having just pronoun’d the Easter bunny. I could find any specific reference to gender in the canon and so had to make a quick judgement call. (Eventually I decided since Eostre, the pagan goddess of fertility (on which all this is based) seemed to have mandated her heraldry to be that of a rabbit, it seemed more reasonable to me that the easter bunny is in fact female)

I’m just churning through all the Parenting-achievement awards at the moment

When you’re good, you’re good.

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