Daughter #2 and I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas last night. Not the hideous, nauseating Jim Carey spectacle. We pulled out the original animated piece of Christmas cheer. Here's the discussion that followed (keep in mind that the Whos live on a speck of dust):
#2: So, I wonder if we ever breath them [the Whos] in.
Me: I don't know.
#2: If we breath them in, what happens to them?
Me: We exhale them.
#2: Or maybe we swallow them.
Me: Maybe.
#2: If we swallow them, do we get an infection?
Me: I don't know.
#2: What happens when the snowflake melts?
Me: What snowflake?
#2: The ones in The Grinch live on a snowflake.
Me: Oh, I forgot that detail.
#2: So, what happens when the snowflake melts? Do they just scatter, or what?
Me: I have no idea.
#2: So, I wonder if we ever breath them [the Whos] in.
Me: I don't know.
#2: If we breath them in, what happens to them?
Me: We exhale them.
#2: Or maybe we swallow them.
Me: Maybe.
#2: If we swallow them, do we get an infection?
Me: I don't know.
#2: What happens when the snowflake melts?
Me: What snowflake?
#2: The ones in The Grinch live on a snowflake.
Me: Oh, I forgot that detail.
#2: So, what happens when the snowflake melts? Do they just scatter, or what?
Me: I have no idea.
Comments
I loved Dr Seuss as a kid. My favourite was Horton Hears A Who.
Who's are special. I like to think that any Whos whom I might have ingested now live in the little warm corner of my heart left over from childhood.
Hee hee. Oh, I'm fine. I think I'll go take my medicine now.
I love the old cartoon. Jim Carey, in all except Eternal Sunshine, is an abomination.
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Denise, I always thought my daughter, who is now 16, looked like Cindy Loo Who when she was two.
Sassy, we have struck a nerve, eh? I liked Jim Carey in The Truman Show, and I had mixed feelings about Eternal Sunshine, but in all else, ick.