Mary has a performance class once a month, and today she must have been extra spacey. While her wiggles and thought wanderings are frustrating, they are also endearing to Abe and me because we are both quite spacey ourselves. Abe laughed really hard when he asked Mary how her recital went, and she said, “Good, except it was kind of embarrassing because the class cast a spell on me.”
“What kind of spell?” Abe asked.
“Mr. Olsen told them to say, ‘Hocus pocus, Mary focus!'” Mary replied.
“Did it work?”
“It wasn’t a real spell, Dad! Although I guess it did work…the second time.”
Abe didn’t tell me this anecdote right away because I spent the day recovering from my dream, but when he did tell me several days later, I thought it was hilarious.