When I go walking with my daughter, we often go to our local, independent “Movie Store,” as she calls it. It is only a few blocks away, and she likes looking at the kids movies. And we both like looking at the “treats” they sell there (this weekend’s haul – Swedish Fish).
We usually wind up looking at, and often renting, a Princess Movie. Lately, however, she’s been into Scooby-Doo (or Scooby-dooby-doo, as she calls him). Still, it surprised me (although pleasantly, I must say) when she chose a Scooby-Doo movie (“Pirates Ahoy!“) over a Princess Stories DVD.
“Really?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, “Timmy likes Scooby-Doo, and I like everything Timmy likes.”
Later, at dinner, I tried to get the truth our of her, “So which do you like better? Scooby-Doo or Princesses?” At first, she replied as she usually does, “Scooby-Doo and Princesses!” Then, thinking about it, she confessed, “No, Princesses.”
Continuing the game, I threw out the age-old, fully not expecting her to get it, “Ginger or Mary-Ann?”
“Ginger and Mary-Ann!” she told me. “Oh, daddy,” Ms. Kaz said, “she doesn’t know who they are!”
“No, no, wait,” I said, “I think she might be onto something. I like that answer. Ginger and Mary-Ann.” Ms. Kaz rolled her eyes.