This weekend my son and I went to the Boston Calling music festival because he’s a big Eminem fan. His sisters will be going to see Taylor Swift this summer, and we already dragged him to that once, it didn’t seem fair to doom him to a life of shows like that just because he’s outnumbered.
Anyway, here’s where the Shakespeare comes in. We’re walking from the hotel to the festival…
Geeklet: “I told my friend at school that I’m going to see Eminem and he said, ‘Are you going to eat M&Ms?'”
Me: “I once played Othello *at* Othello.”
Geeklet: “What?”
Me: “Never mind.”
Later in the evening when we’re trying literally not to get lost in a crowd. Somehow the conversation turns to how you never know, just bumping into somebody or stepping on their shoe might set them off.
A few hours after that, it’s dark, it’s a standing room only crush of people, and he steps on my toe.
Me: “Yo homes, you just step on my toe? I will murder you.”
Geeklet: “No you wouldn’t.”
Me: “I can do it, too. We’re in the same hotel room. Smother you in your sleep with a pillow.”
Geeklet: “Othello.”
Me: “…wait, what? Seriously?”
Geeklet: “Wait what what?”
Me: “That’s the one that ends where the guy smothers his wife with a pillow. Didn’t know you remembered that.”
Geeklet: “I didn’t, I just picked the one that rhymed with pillow.”