Today, Robert and I were reminiscing about one of our more embarrassing gaps in knowledge, which some might characterize as poor judgment.
A few years ago, I thought it would be cute to make my son a ninja and my daughter a geisha for Halloween. The costumes were a last-minute purchase for this busy mom, and truthfully, two of the last ones on the rack. The “geisha” costume actually said “Japanese Princess.” That’s a geisha, right? Someone skilled in the fine art of, um, pouring tea, and um, pouring some more tea, and um, pouring some tea and stuff.
Unfortunately, more than a year would pass before Robert and I would discover my utter ignorance. One night, we rented the movie, Memoirs of a Geisha. We both just sat catatonic on the couch staring at one another. We’d made our daughter a Japanese companion to men for Halloween!!!! As the free dictionary reports, a geisha is a, ummmmmm, never mind. You go look it up for yourself.
How could this happen? How could I have missed this? I bought Memoirs of a Geisha when it came out, and I intended to read it, I just never did. And, Robert! He lived in Asia for a year! He’s read at least 600 history books. How could he not know what a geisha was? We took her to the church fall fest and told everyone she was a geisha. We took her to the Catholic school carnival and told the nuns she was a geisha.
At least the gap in my knowledge was not so wide that I didn’t know exactly what a ninja was. Thus, making my 1-year-old a Japanese agent of espionage, sabotage, and assassination would be a lapse in judgment, right?