Thursday, December 8, 2005

She turned two three months ago.

My telephone rings. Ali is on the other end, and she greets me by beginning to talk.

"Did Virginia watch King Kong with you and Ruby last weekend?

I involuntarily freeze. What I am imagining is that Ginger has subjected one of her sisters or a family pet to the Tyranosaur treatment (i.e., ripping its jaws apart) or the giant snake treatment (i.e., whipping it violently onto the floor).

After a moment: "Uh, why?"

Ali proceeds to tell me that she was reading the morning paper and Virginia came up to her and saw a print ad for Peter Jackson's remake on the page. She pointed and said, "That's King Kong. He's mean. He gets that lady. He turns nice at the end. He dies." ***




*** translated from kidtalk. Actual phonetic: "Dat's Ding Dong. Ee's mean. Ee dets dat wady. Ee tuns night a'de en. Ee die." Yes, I cringed while typing it.

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