Winter break is almost over. We go back to school on Tuesday, and it just never seems to be long enough of a break. But I do count myself lucky, I wasn’t assigned to read War & Peace over Christmas break like Charlie Brown.
I’m sort of confused. I always figured Charlie was a third or fourth grader. I’m pretty sure most adults would struggle with War & Peace, let alone a nine or ten year old.
Charlie’s life is further complicated by Peppermint Patty’s New Years Eve Party. She has decided boys will invite the girls and and us extremely obvious in her clues that he should ask her. (Why didn’t she make it a Sadie Hawkins dance and ask him?)
He wants to go to dance class, go to the party and read the book. I have to give him credit, he really tries. He takes the book to dance class but it doesn’t turn out well. Everyone else is gearing up for the party and he’s stuck with an unrealistic homework assignment.
Charlie decides to go ahead and invite a girl, but it’s the little red haired girl, not Peppermint Patty. She never responds to his invitation so he takes the book to the party.
The problem with taking a book with 1,100+ pages is that you’re going to get bored. So now it’s way past your bedtime and you’re bored out of your mind. Poor Charlie Brown; he’s asleep on the back porch and misses the biggest moment of his life:
The icing on the cake is that he only gets a D- on the report. Good grief, Charlie Brown.
Years ago, I worked as a nurses aid in a rest home where we used walkie talkies. One of the guys gave everyone nicknames, because they were shorter than our real names. He was “Goose”, the guy he worked with was “Maverick”, a girl with the last name McClain became “Shirley” and I was called “Little Red-Haired Girl From Charlie Brown.”
Happy New Year!