Small Pickwick to Sweet Pickwick, as they play with their Louisa May Alcott paper dolls, barely able to speak through her own amusement:

“Look, look! It’s Jo, dressed as Amy!!” Maniacal giggling from both.

After reading Little Women, the Pickwicks enjoyed a Movie Night. It is the first time Small has been able to compare a book to a movie in close succession. She enjoyed it, but asked the next day why the movie left so many parts out.

“Well, it was already a two-hour movie, I suppose they couldn’t have put anything else in without turning it into an eight-hour movie!”

“But I wouldn’t have minded watching Little Women for eight hours! I guess that is why the book is so nice and describes everything, with much better pictures in my head. Laurie looked awful in the movie.”

We have no idea why she would think this way. Only the other day, Fr Pickwick and I were talking:

Fr Pickwick: “I do believe that the Super Bowl might be coming up sometime soon. I never watch it, but I should know when it is in case it comes up in conversation.”

Mrs Pickwick: “I would never watch it on principle. All that time and money is wasted extravagantly on mere entertainment. The talent and resources could be much better employed…”

Fr P: “True.”

Mrs. P: “…making more of my favorite Victorian novels into hours and hours of BBC miniseries.”

Fr P: “Very true.”