We are doing fine, but we’re all a bit more tired than usual. My husband has returned to work. I am ramping up my low-fat cooking skillz. I am also gearing up to host two Thanksgiving dinners, one on this Sunday, and one on Thanksgiving Day. You might not hear from me for awhile, until I emerge from the kitchen.
On top of all that Hanukkah is coming up, even before Thanksgiving. Instead of racking my addled brain to come up with gift ideas, I did what I always do – I asked the kids what they would like. Once I have their list, then I get them the most educational item on it.
Yesterday, I was driving Youngest Daughter somewhere, and that is when she responded to my request for a gift list.
YD: Mom, I thought of something I would like for Hanukkah. It’s “Full Metal Alchemist.”
Me: Is that a rock band? No. Is it related to chemistry? Because I can tell you that alchemy has long been discredited as….
YD: Mom. It’s not science! It’s a manga.
Me: What is that? Is it a small woodland creature that lives in Madagascar?
YD: Mom. That would be a lemur.
Me: You say that as if lemurs are the only small woodland creatures that live in Madagascar. Did you say ‘manga’? Is that a kind of fruit? Maybe you meant mango?
YD: MOM! Manga! It’s a Japanese art form. Full Metal Alchemist is a book written with some words and mostly pictures and you read it from right to left.
Me: So you have regressed to reading comic books.
YD: It’s not a comic book! It’s manga!
She proceeded to tell me a bit of the premise of this Japanese graphic novel, which involved partially dismembered people being awesome. I guess it will be a better gift than socks. Except she needs socks.