images.jpegMy mother to this day will tell me, my brother, and anyone who will listen that if you are awake past midnight ‘you’ll turn into a pumpkin.’ Now if I appear slightly blurry-eyed (which of course some tactless person at work usually comments on) I find myself saying it when relevant. I am not bothered by the fact that I’m saying the same things as my mother, but rather that this doesn’t really make all that much sense. I’m assuming the reference is to my favorite fairy tale of Cinderella, where at the final stroke of midnight the spell is broken and everything returns as it was – including the pumpkin. I don’t believe that I was referred to as an ornate carriage all these years, but still, a carriage? I realize that I’m taking this idiom too literally, but it does seem to be a strange comparison. In any event, this pumpkin is habitually up too late, and in need of some beauty sleep.