After hunting yard sales and craigslist for weeks we now have a home entertainment sytem, complete with VCR and a small library of vintage tapes. We have officially crossed over and become a typical tv-owning American family.
As the children line up on the couch, staring blankly at the glowing screen, us parents do a victory dance in the other room, basking in the glorious silence. Any brain cells they may lose in this mind-numbing activity will be well worth our hour and a half of freedom.
I have watched with fascination how their games of pretend have come to mimic all the Disney classics. Even when the tv is off they still live in the world of Snow White and The Lion King. Rivka, whose life is a musical-literally, seems to favor the soundtrack of Pocahontas. However, the word "sycamore" is pretty tricky.
Picture her singing dramatically, with vibrato and hand gestures, over-pronouncing her t's.
"Hooow hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh does a cigarette grow?
If you chop it off, then you'll neeeever knooow..."
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