For the past few weeks I have been putting N to bed shortly after I get home from work. She isn’t napping anymore, so by the time 6pm hits, she’s gone past the wall and is ready for bed. Bedtime is easy – bath (not always), milk, 1-2 books, then lights out and bedtime story.
Lately the bedtime story has been “The Wizard of Oz”. I should also mention that I only just watched this movie in its entirety this past Christmas, when we screened it for N. I don’t’ remember all the details, so my bedtime version is a bit different.
For example, the scarecrow in my version wants to be made of something other than straw. As I learned this evening, he actually wants a brain. Oops. N doesn’t seem to notice, though. There are a few other changes to my story — I forget what the Tin Man and the Scarecrow do to try to get the Wicked Witch of the West to release Dorothy. In my version, the Tin Man pours his oil can all over her, to no avail; the Scarecrow throws his straw at her; and the Cowardly Lion meekly roars at her. Silly, I know. I really only saw the movie once!! Anyway, N usually has fallen asleep by this point in the story, so I’m never really sure if she knows that my story is wrong.
Anyway, this brings me to the title of tonight’s post. I have been staying up late over the past few nights cross-stitching and perusing the world of WordPress and stalking my “hit” count and followers (“Hello to you all, and thanks for following!”). The late nights are apparently starting to catch up with me, because tonight, while I told N my version of “The Wizard of Oz”, I started to drift off and heard myself saying, “… and the Wizard granted the Cowardly Lion his wish of being a good writer and people liking his blog.”
It’s 11pm – I think it’s time to get some sleep!