Parker went to see the Nutcracker for the first time this year, and he tolerated it much better than big brother. (We'll go with "tolerated"; "enjoyed" is too strong of a word in the context of boys and ballet.) He even sat down to watch it on TV with his mother the other night.
I didn't say that he stayed in the room . . . just that he sat down. Long enough to have this conversation:
Me: "Parker, do you remember what the story of the Nutcracker is about?"
Parker: "Well, it's about a magic man who gives a nutcracker and a jack-in-a-box to this girl. And the nutcracker turns into a PERSON, and he fights a BATTLE. Against MICE."
[Notice how the parts about rodents and violence tend to stand out in a little boy's mind? The cream rises to the top, people.]
Me: "Do you remember the girl's name?"
Parker: "Ummmmmmmmmmmm . . . ."
Me: "Starts with a C?"
Parker: "Ooh . . . CARLEY!"
For a minute, I was thinking, "Carly in Connor's class? Carly on 'I Carly'?" But then I made the connection. Confession: we indulge our kids' love for Will Ferrell through frequent viewings of "Elf" and the cheerleader skits from SNL. Also through regular viewings of "Talladega Nights." (We sanitize it - the fast forward button is a wonderful thing. And we drew the line at "Old School.").
Magic man . . . Cal Naughton, Jr. Carley . . . Carley Bobby.
Talladega . . . Nutcracker.
"Glee" may have popularized the concept of mashups, but Parker has perfected the concept.
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