You Say Pyjama, I Say Pajama; Time or Thyme, It Was

You Say Pyjama, I Say Pajama

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off


(Apologies to George & Ira Gershwin)

Fans of the 1937 movie Shall We Dance will remember different lyrics to the Gershwins' tune Let's Call the Whole Thing Off, but my minor modification serves as an apt segue for today's blog.  If you can guess the actual topic (hint: two words), then you might win a prize (but won't).  Here's the next lyrical clue, courtesy of popular folk musician and songwriter Paul Simon (of Simon & Garfunkel fame) and his song, Bookends (following his song Old Friends on the Bookends album):

Time it was and what a time it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

We could also reference Simon & Garfunkel's album Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme for the time/thyme homophonic joke, but you'll need to look-up homophone in your online dictionary, and I fear that the word alone will invite some off-color humor.  

So we will get straight to the point, giving away the game by telling you that these lyrical clues are our introduction to the Mooresville Public Library's Pajama Time.  You may have expected something more spectacular, but let me assure you, Pajama Time is pretty darn exciting.  It is, as the old cliché goes, the cat's pajamas.  Or pyjamas.  As long as they're comfortable, I'm not complaining.

There are certain rules for Pajama Time at the Library, to-wit:

• You must be a human child between the ages of birth and six years;
• Your caregiver must accompany you;
• You must wear pajamas (or pyjamas, if you're British), but not the cat's pajamas, as I'm wearing those;
• You must come to the library every other Thursday, between 6:30 and 7:15 p.m.;
• You must register in advance (call 317-831-7323 and ask for Youth Services, or visit our website calendar at http://www.mooresvillelib.org/ to register online); and
• You will have a ton of fun.

What goes on at Pajama Time?  There are bedtime stories, music, and activities that help relax these young people patrons and get them ready for sleepy time (or thyme?).  It probably helps relax the grown-up people patrons, too, and prepares them for transport to the land 'o nod, which is also the name of an old motel on U.S. Highway 31 in Franklin, Indiana.

(People think I make this stuff up, but I don't.  Well, not all the time, anyway.) Scowl-Face insists that I add that this is not a commercial endorsement or advertisement.  My jokes usually only work (if they work at all) on one or two levels, neither of which includes Madison Avenue men (or women), mad or otherwise.

All you parental human types out there whose little people kiddies are babies up to kindergarteners (possibly first graders, actually, if they're six) should register for Pajama Time and bring in your youngsters.  They need to unwind, and, frankly, so do you.

Winding Down Myself, But Somebody Took My Pajamas,

Cauli Le Chat

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