Jack Sprat and Peter Pumpkin Eater

Today Mother Goose is exploring two marriages in her world of nursery rhyme characters. We will compare and contrast the life and loves of two very famous couples, Mr and Mrs Jack Sprat and Mr and Mrs Peter Pumpkin Eater. Maybe it’s been awhile since you thought of these two romances. Let me refresh your memories:

Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

She's not as happy as she appears.....

and also:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean

The perfect couple.

Let’s first of all consider the wives. Peter has a wife, but he really doesn’t know what to do with her! Maybe she has a mind of her own (OMIGOSH!), and speaks up for herself. Maybe she has an independent spirit which Peter cannot tolerate. Perhaps she wishes to start a career of her own. I like to think that Mrs. Pumpkin Eater has gotten the kids all raised and now she’s ready to bloom professionally. Before the children came along, she had a fine job in the junior department at Kohl’s — maybe she could go back to school for fashion merchandising and work as a buyer for a boutique in Wheaton now that the kids are all grown and on their own. Basically, Mrs. Pumpkin Eater is ready to get out of the house!

Mrs. Sprat is very very different from Mrs. Pumpkin Eater. She can eat no lean! She’s hangin’ on the couch. She’s got her bag of cheetos, and her Breyer’s ice cream, and her Domino’s Pizza delivered to her front door. She’s got American Idol on the TV and laptop open where she’s playing some online games with her facebook friends. She is happy. She is content. Life is good.

And in walks Jack Sprat after a long day at the office. Jack is thin as a green bean — he’s livin’ the vegan lifestyle and workin’ out at the gym every morning before work. Ridin’ the bikes and lovin’ the burn. He’s careful of his cholesterol and checkin’ his blood pressure at Walgreens. Not a speck of fat crosses his lips! His wife adores him because he spoils her with Godiva chocolate, Brie cheese, triple cream and fine wine.

Contrast Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater. That old control freak locks his wife up inside a pumpkin shell! Not only does she not get the opportunity to realize her dreams, but she’s got that yucky pumpkin stuff stuck to her night and day. Ewwww…..

Who is the happily-ever-after couple in THIS study? And the moral of this story? It’ so much better to lick the plate clean with some who loves you, than to live in a well-decorated pumpkin shell with a control freak. How does your life compare to these married couples? Are you the Sprats or the Pumpkin Eaters? Think about it…..

And bee blessed!


Punkins Today and Way Back When…

We were carving pumpkins yesterday afternoon when my dear friend, Little Wife, stopped over. I took some fun pictures of the kids, but as usual, neglected to capture a picture of Little Wife. She is so elusive!

I think Erik really likes scooping out the punkin guts!

And, of course, Olivia from Bolivia found time in her busy schedule to supervise the entire operation.

We were all pretty pleased with the final outcome.

Little Wife had such a fun time watching the kids, and she told me the story of her first Halloween with Freddie Schnitzel who, of course, was her second husband. They went together to the pumpkin patch and picked out the greatest pumpkin ever grown in Illinois. They were so in love with each other, and very much in love with life in general. So they carved their wonderful pumpkin and gave him much personality, and Freddie named him Horace.

Little Wife and Freddie enjoyed their first child, Horace, throughout the Halloween season. They brought him along to the grocery store; they took him for long car rides; he sat in the place of honor in their home. Horace was very special, and they loved him so much. They assumed that Horace would last forever.

But over time, Horace changed. He was no longer fresh and exciting and full of fun. He smelled bad as though he had forgotten to brush his teeth for a few weeks. He was indeed putrid and foul. Horace was no longer the apple of their eye. He was shameful and pitiful, and beyond help. No matter how hard they tried, Little Wife and Freddie couldn’t fix their precious Horace.

So they threw him in the garbage can so they wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. And they forgot how lovely he was in the beginning, because it was just too painful to remember…

I certainly appreciated this cautionary tale from Little Wife.

I hope your day is full of sunshine and blessings. Love, Natalie

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