Macbeth update. Of the four weedlets, interestingly, it is Youngest Weed (on the cusp of seven) who is utterly enthralled. The others like it well enough (after initial resistance), but he likes to read the biggest parts (we switch roles each night), always knows exactly where we left off the night before, and talks most excitedly about it.
Tonight he read Malcom in Act IV scene 3. May I just say you haven't laughed until you've heard your sweet, innocent, earnest, soon-to-be-First-Communicant proclaim that there's "no bottom, none, in my voluptuousness" and no number of wives, daughters or milkmaids could "fill up the cistern of my lust."
He did not inquire what this meant, and we did not tell him.
/giggle
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