Oh, child. Dear, darling child o’ mine. I always love the shit out of you, but sometimes you make it too easy…
The Kidling loves horses. Adores them. And, because The Mama and The Dada are made out of tissue, rather than money (a most unfortunate fact), she gets her equine fix with representative items. Clothes, books, toys, and movies are her drugs of choice, so long as they contain horse tales (or tails).
One of her very favorite movies is Secretariat. For those of you without equine-obsessed cohabitants, Secretariat is set in the early 1970s and tells the tale of an impressive racehorse who won the triple crown. The subplots leave a lot to be desired, but one of them involves a young character’s protest play. The character’s straight-laced father refers to the play as “Commie crap.” The Kidling, of course, has no idea what either of those words mean.
When we watched Secretariat for the 79th time last week, the scene involving the protest play came on the screen. The Kidling demonstrated her confused understanding of what was going on:
“He said ‘call me, crab.’ Instead of ‘call me maybe,’ ‘call me crab.'”