Thursday, February 15, 2007

The Kennedy Family in Communion Chaos

Me: What is Daddy doing?
Emma: He’s talking to Hendle Berman.
Me: Who?
Emma: Hendal Bemerman.
Me: Oh. I see. Can he get you lunch?
Emma: Um um no. Daddy said there’s a bemergency.
Me: What kind of emergency?
Emma: Daddy said there’s a cummun bemergency.
Me: So he really can't get you lunch?
Emma: No, he said that he has to write a persponse about it.

3 seconds later

Matt: Anne! Anne! Anne! Are you reading Stand firm? Why are the children talking to me? Anne! Anne!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

All in all, I suspect if more of us were feeding our children rather than writing "persponses", the world might be a significantly better place.

Anne Kennedy said...

thank you for your persponse. Perhaps if you were feeding children instead of writing it we would be spared this little exchange.

Joyce Carlson said...

Well, I feel driven to make a persponse of my own to say that I hardly slept last night for worrying about the state of the cummun bemergency. And then I got up in a state of gloom and doom to go practice the awfullest Hammond organ you can imagine at St. Francis Anglican church in Karen, just west of Nairobi in case you've forgotten. I have to practice, because I've been landed with playing "Here Comes the Bride" tomorrow for the 4 o'clock wedding of a British gentleman and his lovely Russian Orthodox bride, and in Kenya, you DO play "Here Comes the Bride", and the wedding march from Midsummer Night's Dream as a recessional. And aside from my apprehension of hitting wrong notes on music so well known, there's the G which sticks, and the ever-present danger of the electricity going off just as I strike up the march. At which point the organ unwinds like an ancient gramophone. So I have my own set of bemergencies, along with what's happening to the Anglican Communion, and I just wish I could relax and be like my mother who always would say, "Now Dear, we must just trust the Lord."

Anonymous said...

Oh, dear. I'm afraid my previous comment was misunderstood. I don't think you're a Bad Mother Who Starves Her Children! No, no, no... and I found the little vignette you recounted quite charming. Really -- I chuckled out loud, cross my heart. I've been reading far too many blogs and hitting the refresh key too much recently, so my little musing is a bit of self-chiding more than anything else. I have not phoned in an anonymous tip to Child Protective Services, I swear!

Anonymous said...

That is too funny. Matt talking to Kendall Harmon.

Anne Kennedy said...

Oh, I'm so glad. I know what you mean, I've been taking things badly because my eyes are practically crossed from reading so much online. And the worse the news gets, the worse I take everything.