I literally thought Olive was going to say "As long as I don't have to go to school."
I, for one, hate to see this tale come to a close. It's been a great break from all the plot-rich, character driven stories we normally have to endure.
I literally thought Olive was going to say "As long as I don't have to go to school."
I, for one, hate to see this tale come to a close. It's been a great break from all the plot-rich, character driven stories we normally have to endure.
Bertrand Russell also said, "The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts." Hmmmmmm, Mary.
"Mary, can I ask you an important question? Is this how real grown ups talk? Mommy and Daddy only say things like 'easy-peasy' and 'tee-hee Eddie.' But when I'm with you, I feel like such a big girl because we say things that don't make any sense."
"Don't worry, Olive. If any of this was confusing, tomorrow is Sunday and we can rehash the entire conversation."
Using her tummy brain, Olive teaches Joey a painful lesson on the dangers of self-will and excessive personal freedom.
The philosophical depth of this discussion is too intellectual for me to follow, but I get the suspicion that Mary is subtly grooming Olive for world domination.
Speaking of theoretical boundries... ladies and gentlemen, I present: My Son.
The last one had me questioning physics idek
Posted by Will Andersen on Monday, February 8, 2016
The look of fear in Giovanni's eyes is well founded. Olive is angry. And when Olive gets angry, people get hurt... inexplicably.
Mary Worth communicates with Olive telepathically to avoid alarming the other ice skaters.
Last January, I took my son to Manhattan on a Father-Son senior trip, and we had a blast. We went to see a Broadway show, and went ice skating (for free at Bryant Park). We saw Stomp downtown. We had lots of adventures, but they don't really make a good story!
The one thing we did, that I really hope Mary and Olive will do is we went to a jazz club. We went to a little hole in the wall place called Somethin' Jazz Club. It was located off the beaten path on East 52nd Street, and as we climbed the dimly lit, narrow stairs to the third floor, my son turned to me with a glint in his eye and said, "This looks authentic." The Matt Savage Trio was playing and they were amazing. There were 12 people in the club, six of whom were students of the drummer. Matt Savage played the piano and really looked like he was 18 tops. We ordered appetizers, which they ran downstairs to a restaurant to bring up to us. It was a great night. Sadly, but not surprisingly, the Somethin' Jazz Club has closed, so Mary and Olive will miss it (children were welcome), but you can enjoy the Matt Savage Trio on Spotify.