I thought Marcia Brady was dead?
This never gets old; and NO, I'm not talking about the real Marcia Brady because we all know thatMaureen McCormick is still very much alive, dodging the press about the cocaine addiction she experienced after hooking up with her faux brother Greg (despite his alleged affair with their mutually fictitious mother). Now there's a publicist with job security!
The other night, my daughter comes running into my room screaming, "Mommy, Mommy! Nanny sent me an airplane!" Her smile was contagious and I laughed as she ran back into the living-room; beaming at this brand new, old school wooden airplane that her father promised to unleash with her once the rain went away. Last night, the rain stopped and the second he walked in the door, they were on their way.
I heard him on the roof at one point: apparently, one of the engines died right over the laundry room. Then, about 40 minutes after take off, he came running in pressing a large ball of tissue firmly against his face, "My nose!" he yelled, "...that thing flew right into it!" It was clear by his laughter that he wasn't injured too badly, but the metal piece on the nose of the plane did leave a nice imprint on the nose of his face, before making its final descent onto our picnic table. The incident reminded Isla of another time when she almost broke his nose by accident; but all I could think was, "It's always Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!"