In the car, on the way home from school The Dormouse, who is sitting in the back playing with a Cinderella doll, says:
"Right now, Cinderella's a sidekick."
Me: "Really?"
"I mean, she's not a sidekick when she's wearing her ballgown or when she's dressed up, but when she's doing chores and stuff, she's a sidekick."
"Ooo-kay."
"But when I take off her ballgown and she just has her underclothes on, she's a sidekick."
"Do you even know what a sidekick is?"
"Sure, I do."
"Explain it to me."
"A sidekick is someone who does karate and stuff."
*pause*
"So what you're saying is, a sidekick is someone who... Kicks. To. The. Side?"
"Yep, that's what it is."
"Right now, Cinderella's a sidekick."
Me: "Really?"
"I mean, she's not a sidekick when she's wearing her ballgown or when she's dressed up, but when she's doing chores and stuff, she's a sidekick."
"Ooo-kay."
"But when I take off her ballgown and she just has her underclothes on, she's a sidekick."
"Do you even know what a sidekick is?"
"Sure, I do."
"Explain it to me."
"A sidekick is someone who does karate and stuff."
*pause*
"So what you're saying is, a sidekick is someone who... Kicks. To. The. Side?"
"Yep, that's what it is."
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May 29, 2009 at 12:07 PM
I think I'd be willing to pay to have her come visit the boy. I'm pretty sure the conversations they have would be entertaining enough to be televised.