This afternoon we cozied up to read Peter Pan aloud together.
"...She returned to the nursery, and found Nana with something in her mouth, which proved to be the boy's shadow. As he leapt at the window Nana had closed it quickly, too late to catch him, but his shadow had not had time to get out; slam went the window and snapped it off.You may be sure Mrs. Darling examined the shadow carefully, but it was quite the ordinary kind."
"Mom!" It was Lane, cutting me off with his exclamation. "It wasn't too ordinary. Ordinary shadows don't snap off."
"That's true!" We laughed.
"...[Mrs. Darling] decided to roll the shadow up and put it away carefully in a drawer, until a fitting opportunity came for telling her husband. Ah me!The opportunity came a week later, on that never-to-be-forgotten Friday. Of course it was a Friday.'I ought to have been specially careful on a Friday,' she used to say afterwards to her husband, while perhaps Nana was on the other side of her, holding her hand.'No, no,' Mr. Darling always said, 'I am responsible for it all. I, George Darling, did it. Mea culpa, mea culpa--'"
I looked up from the book with a giant smile for Hope and Sydney, wondering, hoping, that they would remember from their Latin lessons several weeks ago--
"My fault! My fault!" Sydney nearly shouted in glee. I grinned at her and continued to read the next line--
"He had had a classical education,"
wrote J. M. Barrie.