A few one liners I found in my notes from last month’s workshop that struck me then, and strike me now:
Questions are guaranteed in life, answers are not. Astrid on her facility and ease doing these workshops. She was reflecting on how many questions she gets, and how she feels about the sheer volume of them that come her way.
We are cramming racism into a bullet. Astrid on how quickly the subject of racism was being covered in our dwindling time together. I thought the play on words here was ironic and wildly accurate.
The sunset looks like a dragon breathing fire. Marcel taking over as the family poet.
Well you stuck up half witted scruffy looking nerf herder. Marcel to me at daycare this morning, when I asked him to put his lunch in the fridge. This care of Han Solo via Uncle, who gets a peculiar thrill out of teaching his nephews to say ridiculous epithets perfectly. The timing here was priceless as it was perfectly silent at the time, and I was surrounded by three parents I don’t know. I just smiled, and said; “Never enough Star Wars is there?” Those birthday party invitations may take a little dip this winter.
Sam had two humdingers here too. But when I asked him if I could share them he said; NO!