Both my boys just got tucked in for the night, but I expect them to come untucked again momentarily. They’re a bit like Weebles when you try to coax them into bed: Weebles wobble but they won’t go down. And if you’re old enough to know how the original Weebles slogan went, you might just recall the Carol Burnett Show, too.
I’ll admit that the young Sungold was just as impossible at bedtime. In grade school, I’d sneak downstairs, hoping to catch my parents watching her show. I’d cajole them to let me watch “just for a few minutes,” which somehow usually stretched to the end of the show.
This classic sketch, with Tim Conway as an inept dentist and Harvey Korman trying hard not to laugh, was one of my favorites back then. It still tickles me.
By the way, if anyone wondered why I’ve been slow to respond to comments lately, I’m coming off a week of my husband traveling and two weeks of being sick with not-quite-swine-flu. I’m teaching three classes, aka one too many. Yesterday I suddenly had to grade 80 essays that normally would go to a grader, and it kept me up half the night. I’m not complaining; my grader just spent the past few days in the hospital, and I’m still not sure that all’s well with him.
Posting and commenting might both be a little erratic while I try to get back on my feet. It’s not because I don’t love y’all. I’m just utterly exhausted. I’m going to watch the season opener of “House” (on DVR; I’ve had no time for TV) and hope the Bear and Tiger might finally be down for the count.