Think they'll grow up to be sick and twisted?
The previous night, due to exhaustion, Hubby-dear had done the tucking-in duty. Aparently, he read them "Bambi's Big Surprise", one of those Grolier books new parents get conned into purchasing when they have to have every little thing for their prescious, wonderful, intelligent, perfect newborn. In other words - before you get to know the REAL them.
Now, Hubby-dear is an avid hunter, and to say that Bambi is his least favorite Disney story is like saying California is full of self-absorbed neurotics. It's just a given. So, it was with great trepedation that I nodded my approval to his re-telling of this oh-so innocent book.
Following is my husband's rendition of this story:
Wake up Bambi, from your dream.
Eat your breakfast. Drink from the stream
The Sun is shining. It's a brand new day.
Run to your friends. A hunter's on his way.
Walk through the woods. Step around trees.
Crawl under branches. Jump over leaves.
Swim across water, splash and kick.
But be careful, or you'll get shot quick.
Climb up the hill. Do not stop.
Hop over stones. Get to the top.
Wait! There's a shadow by the path.
It's so funny, it makes you laugh.
Is it a plant or rock or tree?
Is it a new friend that you see?
No! It's Owl, Flower and Thumper too.
They're all dead, and so are you.
By the end of the story, they were squealing with laughter. Something tells me I am in SO much trouble.