“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.” If Roald Dahl nailed it, then the Schrocks are right up there with the sages.
It had been a long time since we’d done it. So long, in fact, that when we got them out over a recent holiday weekend, a certain small man I know set to giggling and cackling in his pajamas as though it was all new. And for him, it was.
Not having had televisions, Mr. Schrock and I have claimed childhood deprivation and incomplete cultural training because of this sad fact — we grew up without Bugs Bunny.
I heard your collective gasps. It’s true. And that’s why we set about remedying this appalling deficit with the Schrocklets Four.
Call us simple, but here, we find Bugs and his buddies to be a source of endless hilarity. Yosemite Sam, firing both revolvers to express his emotions. Road Runner, always out in front of Wile E. Coyote. Bugs Bunny, outwitting Daffy Duck again. We watch them over and over, laughing every single time at the same old places. Together. In our jammies.
Nonsense, relished. Wisdom. Pajamas. Disparate threads on the face of it. But not for a little PJ laugher who just finished his kindergarten career like that…relishing nonsense.
It’s terribly exciting when you’re 6 and the teacher says, “Tomorrow is Pajama Day. You can wear your jammies to school.” Eager, you rush home to tell this to your mama who checks with a friend to verify your story. (She doesn’t want to swallow a tall tale without knowing it, see and send you off that way. Then everyone’s laughing, and the teacher dials her up and says, “Why is your child in his PJs, Mrs. Schrock?” She’s careful like that.)
Once she gets the “yes,” she washes them up the night before so as not to embarrass the family name. The next morning, the first thing you say is, “Where are my jammies?” Not “good morning” or “what’s for breakfast?” Just, “Where are my jammies?” and Mama points you to the dryer. Where you go in headfirst, digging like a gold miner, and Daddy sneaks a picture.
Going to class and working sums in your pajamas is a little bit of nonsense. But it sure was fun, and you come home thinking that school’s great.