So Piper was here a few weeks ago, right, and I felt kinda bad leaving her with a raging case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder about animal abuse and fairy-tale incest, as you may remember, so I decided as an act of penitence I would attempt to indoctrinate her — subtly — about the world of movies beyond her current movie universe consisting mainly of “High School Musical,” Parts 1-87 by subtly shoving my DVD of “Singin’ in the Rain” into the DVD player and wooing her with Oooh, look at this or something and Come sit by Tee Tee and her big bowl of popcorn or something and ignoring her pleas of But Tee Tee, all we’ve eaten is popcorn since I got here and such.
I quiet her down with a box of cookies and we snuggle together, watching the movie, imitating Lina Lamont, happy as clams until …..
… this happens ….
… and this happens …
… but I keep munching popcorn, pleased with the progress of my subtle indoctrination, until I glance down at Piper. She is staring hard at the screen and then says, in her little voice:
“What is she doing, Tee Tee?”
Hm.
“Well, she’s dancing.”
She stares some more.
“Yeah. But what is she doing?”
The kid has a sense for interpersonal dynamics, shall we say.
“Uhm, well …. she’s trying to …. get him to, uh … like her.”
A short pause.
“Well ….. I think it’s working.”
“Well ….. I think it’s working.â€
HAH ha ha ha ha ha. “Out of the mouths of babes…”
ricki — Yep. There was pretty much nothing I could say after THAT.
o, that broadway rythm…
ya gotta love it.
HA!!! I love that she was asking about subtext … I know she’s dancing, but what is she doing??
hahahahaha! I love that girl!
sheila — I know. She zeroed right in on it. ACK!
What subtext? Look at Gene in the first picture.
He’s staring at the HAT.
Not in the second picture, though. In the second picture he’s staring at her, while no doubt thinking, “Geez, that crazy chickie almost stole my favorite hat! Never trust a dame in green, I tells ya.”
What is this subtext of which you speak?
NF — Ah, my poor innocent boy! 😉