Being dutiful is such a pain in the neck. And that was a few days ago, too. And the kitchen is still full of bread and cookies. Argh.

Anyway. Corruption of the little Gorgon proceeds apace. I dragged the brat downstairs to watch Fiddler on the Roof over the weekend; we got as far as Tevye's dream, then took a break. A couple hours later, the little Gorgon knocked on my door wondering if I wanted to watch the rest. Afterward, he was muttering "Anatevka" under his breath. Success!

Ouch. Head hurts. Must go.

Adieu.