Yesterday Younger Girl and I went to a Renaissance Faire in Golden Gate Park. It has been more than fifteen years since I went to one--I used to perform at the NY Renaissance Festival in Sterling Forest, NY, so for a long time it felt like a busman's holiday. But friend (and friend's lovely nine-year-old daughter) were in town, and it seemed like the thing to do. To no one's surprise, YG adored it. I had to buy her a bodice (despite the fact that I could perfectly well make her one myself) and sworn to make her a skirt and chemise and cloak to complete the look. They did some sword-fighting, saw jugglers, saw a joust and made our curtsy to the Queen (it's always a queen, not a king. Go figure) and YG, who had tried to have me arrested for gossiping, got arrested and put in the pillory herself (the form one uses to swear out the complaint was not clear as to whose name went where, see, and once her name was on the form they wouldn't listen to her protests of innocence). A good time was had by all.
Today was the first day of school. YG has been dancing with impatience to get back to school (while thoroughly enjoying everything that was happening in the now
) whereas Sarcasm Girl has been doing a more dignified shuffle about the prospect of starting 10th grade. This morning YG's alarm clock went off at 6:25; I was busy assembling breakfasts and otherwise prising SG out of her aerie, as she had to be at school by 7 for her journalism class. By the time I came in to see how YG was progressing, she was dressed and in the midst of packing her backpack. She had a long list of To-Dos by her bed. My favorite of the list was: 7:00am - Brush thy teeth; 7:03 - Brush thy retainer.
When I asked her about her language she smiled the smile of a kid who knows she's been funny. "The Renaissance Fairy must have made the list in the night..."