If there’s one thing I love, it’s a theme. Theme parties, theme decorations, theme gifts… A good theme is like a joke you can riff on forever — like that one time a friend and I spent all night retitling songs, replacing the word “love” with the word “boobs.” Sophomoric, to be sure, but some of the titles continue to make me chuckle when I think of them. “Boobs Lift Us Up (Where We Belong.)” Joe Cocker, no less.
Anyway, themes. Limitless, yet challenging. And if there’s another thing I love, it’s a challenge.
Last night, before I went to sleep on the eve of Spring Break, a solid week of no school and no plans, I devised a plan. Theme Days. You guys. It’s a win-win-win. He loves it. I love it. And we both love how much in love with it we are. When he woke me this morning to suggest we plan our day and I revealed my idea, he took a page right from the improv handbook and ran with it. He took my list of themes, jotted them onto slips of paper, shuffled them around in his Sox hat, and plucked one out. Lego Day. Today was Lego Day. All Lego, All Day.
Can’t wait to see which theme he pulls tomorrow. Keep an eye on this space to find out.