the arts and freedom of thought

I went with Anne on the kindergarten field trip yesterday to the Kalamazoo Institute of Arts.  The kids had to sit around this masterpiece








for 10 minutes (it seemed like an hour) while a KIA lady pumped them for their thoughts and feelings regarding it.

"I think it's stupid," said one little boy. 

Wow, did the KIA lady shut him down fast.  "No, the artist worked on this for a really long time," [THREE YEARS! I'm pretty sure most people could have thrown that thing together in three days or less.] "and we need to" blah blah blah.  Something about admiring and respecting his work. 

I feel bad that I didn't pull that little boy aside and tell him I think it's stupid, too.

Yellow Submarine

If you want to live a life of leis(ure) like I do, check this out:  Meet Mister Money Mustache. 
[Jake thinks I already lead a life of leisure, but it would be more leisurely if he were retired and helping with cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc.]

Are you converted?  I think I am.  I'm cancelling my next hair appointment right now (she never does that great a job anyway, but I will miss her scalp and shoulder massages).  However, if you know us, you know what cheapskates we are...the only other fat we have to cut are Netflix, piano lessons and other kid stuff.  I don't want to axe those.  And don't suggest I start couponing.  I refuse to do that.  Just the thought of it makes me want to die of tedium.  Is Mister Money Mustache's lifestyle only possible if you have one kid with no extracurricular activities except making his own toys, I wonder?  Hmmm.