I have been remiss. I have allowed two days to pass without mentioning George Washington’s birthday. Rest assured, the occasion did not go unmarked in the Courchesne household. On Friday, we used a cardboard box to make puppets. Once they were constructed, (Simon’s looking like a blob on a stick, but purportedly a monster, and Malcolm’s like a guy in jeans and a mullet, but purportedly George Washington) it was time to devise the theatrical performance.
Malcolm and Simon set up the puppets on the coffee table and Malcolm announced, “There will be several pit stops.” “Pit stops?” I asked. “Yes,” he answered, “like when people watching need to go to the bathroom.” “Ah, intermissions,” I told him. He then began the play. Thirty seconds in, he yelled, “Intuition!” “It’s intermission, Malcolm.” “Oh, ok. Intermission.” But there were two more “intuitions” yet to follow in the next two minutes alone.
The overall theme of the play seemed to be the Siege of Boston and subsequent end to the standoff upon Henry Knox’s delivery of cannon from Fort Ticonderoga. Script as Malcolm wrote it:
Washington: “Henry! You have brought the cannon! How many?”
Henry Knox: “All sir! We even saved every one from the icy waters when they went down.”
Washington: “We will rain cannon fire down on the heads of the British!”
What followed was a confusing battle scene that ended with Puppet George Washington leaping from the stage onto the couch and giving me what appeared to be a lap dance. The descent into absurdity was complete upon the arrival of the blob-on-a-stick monster, as I think you will see upon viewing their video.