Thursday, May 10, 2012

Are you?

This morning, my daughter, while eating her multigrain squares, told me proudly that she was a Goop.  Lately, on her own, she's been reading these turn-of-the-century poems published in a children's volume a friend gave her for her second birthday.  The one about the Goops is probably my favorite:

The Goops they lick their fingers
And the Goops they lick their knives:
They spill their broth on the tablecloth
Oh, they lead disgusting lives!
The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop, are you?

It's written by Gelett Burgess, who is author of a whole series of Goop-related etiquette-themed comics for children, all published from 1900-1950.  Incidentally, I told her I didn't think she was a Goop, because even though she managed to spill a crazy amount of cereal and milk on the table and herself, that didn't mean she "led a disgusting life."  She seemed disappointed.

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