Mr. Pricklepants

With some of the other toys and stuffed animals under quarantine, it's time for the back-ups to step up, which is what Mr. Pricklepants has done in stirring fashion.  His acting chops have no doubt helped, but Mr. Pricklepants has accompanied Madison throughout the house this week, keeping her company. Despite the original prognosis, Madison has had a good week, as daily check-ups seem to be producing less and less.  However, we're still finding things here or there each morning and night, which is to be expected.  We just have to keep on checking, and of course reapply a shampoo in just a few days from now.  Until then, Mr. Pricklepants has been vigilant in keeping Madison's spirits up.  Earlier this week, we did see Mr. Pricklepants in a movie, "Toy Story of Terror," which is obviously something we'll be adding to our October playlist.  Great movie!

Madison didn't have any after school activities, but she did do a bit of piano and she did also bring home her classroom assignments that have been collected and sent home.  Here we see her learning in action: math skills are big.  She's got some things to learn with the apostrophe, which we were reviewing with her a bit after school.  Also, there's this business of the collective noun.  For some reason the class is really hammering this collective noun bit over and over again, which Madison had mastered from the first exercise.  Still, there are the assignments on the computer and on worksheets that she has to fill out, identifying collective nouns.

Which is such a weird, menacing word, isn't it?  Collective?  It reminds you of the Borg from "Star Trek Generation."  We haven't gotten to those episodes yet, but when you think of collective, you think of a hive or a communist nation or a big brother sort of thing.  Which brings me to this ministry we have at our church, reaching people from college age to somewhere in their thirties.  Nothing wrong with the ministry of course, but the name of the ministry is "The Collective." This does not make me think of anything to do with ministry.  It makes me think, "Prepare to be Assimilated!"

Or All Your Base Are Belong to Us.  Beware, because the collective nouns are coming.  You have no chance to survive make your time.  Main screen turn on.  Somebody set up us the bomb.