Wednesday, May 25, 2005
So I'm trolling the blogosphere and I'll be damned if James did not cook up another little quip about raising kids that made me think; "hmmmm".
- (It's amazing what she picks up. The other day I looked at her drawings, and noted a quartet of people in a row. One was large and rocky and orange, the other was elongated; one was on fire, and the other surrounded by soft squishy shapes.
"It's the Fantastic Four," she said.
I think she's seen a commercial for that twice.
"Mr. Fantastic is like Elastagirl in the Incredibles. He can stretch. And this one is on fire like Jack-Jack the Incredibles, and I don't know her name but she's like Violet, she can make circles to protect everyone."
"Who's this guy?"
"I don't know."
"That's Ben Grimm. He's the Thing. Very strong. Smokes cigars, has a girlfriend named Alicia. Jewish, but I'm not sure he's observant. Heck of an American, in any case."
"He's a hero."
That he is. Then we had a discussion about Johnny Storm, Jack-Jack, and why they were make believe, and how she should never set herself on fire.)"