
Another Special Person's Day at my godson's school, I take a train to DC to see my college roommate and attend my godson's open house. That's me, the Special Person, reading Catherine Valente while the godson, also Special and a Person, reads Berenstain Bears. Later, I will buy the Berenstain Bears book and read it to the godson in the Afterwords cafe, and be struck as I often am with the inescapable sexism of childhood worlds that were once so homey.
When my college roommate goes to his guitar lesson I will go to the Folger Shakespeare Library, where, as someone who manages museum volunteers for a living, I will be delighted with the volunteer who leads the tour (though dismayed by the indifferent attendant in the box office).
On this trip, I will discover (through reading a Lego Star Wars book on Yoda) why Lego Star Wars is more popular with children than Person Star Wars.
Funnier jokes.