During bath time this morning, James wanted to do the letters and numbers, and while he’s pretty close to getting the whole alphabet down perfectly — W is still “dee dee,” for instance — he has more trouble with numbers. I tried singing the “Ladybugs’ Picnic” to him, and both totally failed to remember more than the chorus and got said chorus stuck in my head.
(My role is at least; it’s certainly possible that I will sufficiently irritate my corporate masters to the point where someone else will be sitting in my chair.)
Although I can’t give details — frankly, the numbers go in one ear and out the other, even if I wanted to spill all the beans, which I don’t — the Hesperia Star is profitable. Quite so, when you compare the cost of doing business to the revenue generated.