So I showed The Little Mermaid to the kids the other night. It'd been so long since they'd seen it that not only did The Brawn have no memory of it—not entirely shocking, since when you're not quite eight, you only have, what, three or so years worth of memory? But even The Golden Weasel had no recollection of ever having seen it...although thanks to her sisters, every one of the songs was already known by heart.
Happiest of all, however, was The Rose. She said along with every song, she forced herself to recite no ore than 75% of the dialogue—and, again, she hadn't seen it in five or six years. And when it came to the line in "Part of Your World" about how "betcha on land they understand, bet they never reprimand their daughters," she (and her fellow girl-offspring) turned around to glare at me.
But the best part has been in the week since. At least once a day, the Rose'll exclaim, "Daddy, I'm 16—I'm not a child!"
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