Monday, March 2, 2009

In Defense of Jumbo

"Dumbo" was the Monday morning movie of the week last week on the Disney Channel. We recorded it on TiVo just in case the kids liked it enough to add to their Disney movie repertoire.

Apparently, the twins didn't like it very much. I know this because Aidan actually unplugged the TiVo 3/4ths of the way through the recording to put a stop to it. Conveniently for us, the unplugging occured right before the pink elephants on parade scene. And since the TiVo takes FOREVER to reboot, we were able to skip over that particular difficult-to-explain scene.

Man, classic Disney is not for the faint of heart...drunk baby elephants; smoking birds; racist stereotypes; animal abuse; mommies thrown in the slammer...yikes.

But I digress.

Even though the twins were not fans of Dumbo, Ashley seemed to like it a lot. Although to her, it is not "Dumbo" - it is "Jumbo."

"Mommy, look at Jumbo!"

"Mommy, why Jumbo crying?"

"Mommy, why Jumbo's mommy in jail?"

"Mommy, why Jumbo in that house on fire?"

(Seriously, sometimes I can't believe this classic Disney stuff is rated G - that is, unless the "G" stands for "Gee, this is some seriously whacked-out stuff!")

But I digress again.

Anyways, Ashley loooooves her Jumbo.

But since she's still learning to talk properly (and because I'm kind of annoying), I felt like I had to teach her the correct name for her little elephant buddy. As cute as Jumbo sounds, his name is actually Dumbo, and that's all there is to it.

"Ashley, his name is Dumbo, not Jumbo."

"No, mommy. Him Jumbo."

"No, it's Dumbo. D-u-m-b-o."

"No mommy. Him not Dumbo. Him Jumbo."

"Ashley, trust me on this one. I can read and you can't. It's Dumbo."

And then out came the pointer finger.

Ashley is like a little Mariah Carey....when she wants to drive a point home, she closes her eyes, whips out her pointer finger, raises it up and looks like she's going to launch into a high c and sing it on home. Except she doesn't sing - she just gets bossy.

"Mommy, him Jumbo. Hmph!"

I looked back at Scott in the kitchen who was watching us with amusement, and I rolled my eyes at our silly little girl. Except then he said:

"Actually, his name is Jumbo. His mom named him Jumbo Jr. The other elephants call him Dumbo to be mean."

Oh. Well didn't I feel sheepish.

Poor little Jumbo/Dumbo. At least he has a staunch defender in my Ashley. Hopefully she'll still stand up for the downtrodden once she hits kindergarten.

3 comments:

Scott said...

I love the pink elephants part. Hmph!

beautifuliving said...

That girl just steals my heart!

wonderchris said...

This is for sure one of my all-time favorite posts....EVER! Go Ashley!! :)