Poetry in Commotion

Our kids have this sing-song phrase they drill into our earballs from time to time:

“Me farty, me poopy, me William Shakespeare.”

Brilliant as the bard himself, I know. To counteract such crassness, we have to infuse culture into their lives every once in a while. This was such an attempt, as we made our way over to a local manor—where, by the way, Beni and I had our wedding reception—for a free children’s Shakespeare show on the front lawn.