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Tuesday, November 26, 2002
OVER THE HIGHWAY AND THROUGH THE WOODS: To Grandmother's house we have come. We left L.A. on Saturday and flew to Chicago, where we were hosted for a few days by a friend from law school who graciously lent us her apartment, asking only that Lucas perform the Modern Major General song, which he learned last summer when he played the part in his theater camp production of Penzance. (They were originally going to cut the song, assuming that none of the elementary school kids in the camp would be up for memorizing it. Having long been a fan of Tom Lehrer's Elements Song however, Lucas was eager to rise to the challenge. At least, he was until he realized that it meant his pedantic parents would subject him to lectures explaining the meanings of the various references in the song so he could actually understand what he was singing, something he'd have been happy to do without. Luckily for him, I was unable anywhere to find any information on the actual details of Caractacus's uniform.) He eventually complied, but it took much cajoling. Ever the precocious child, he's starting to exhibit a few signs of teenager-like self consciousness. Very selective ones of course, as he's not too self-conscious to walk around carrying a small teddy bear--incongruous though it looks with the black leather jacket he's proudly sporting these days. It's sort of a Christopher-Robin-cum-Fonzie look.
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