Friday, June 10, 2005


The Things and I were spending a lazy Sunday morning watching The Little Mermaid. Suddenly T2 jumped up and pointed to the screen.

"That's wrong," she shouted. "That's wrong!"

I jumped up too, in confusion.

"What is it?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"Look," she shouted. "Look! The ocean floor is not in the sunny zone. The movie is wrong."

"I think they call it artistic license," I said.

T2 looked at me disdainfully. "There's the sunny zone, the twilight zone, the dark zone, the abyss, and the trench," she said. "And the ocean floor is not in the sunny zone."

"The mermaid, the talking fish, the singing crab," I said. "That's all OK with you?"

"That's different," T2 said. "But it's not wrong."

"I'm going to put the movie on pause, and let your mother know about this," I said.

LZ was suitably impressed. "Her first anachronism," she said. "You must be proud."

"I know they call all movie mistakes anachronisms," I said. "But there's got to be a better word. One that means out of place, instead of out of time."

When I got back, the girls were practically bursting with informatiom.

"In the abyss, it is so dark that the fish can't even see their food. They just swim around with their mouths open and eat whatever crawls in," T1 said.

T2 topped her: "In the trench, there are no fish at all. Just tubeworms."

"My god," I said. "I really didn't want to know that."

T1 made an exaggerated fish face and zoomed around the room gulping and swallowing enthusiastically.

"I'm in the abyss, trying to get some food," she said.

"Aren't we all," I concurred.

"Can you put the movie back on?" T2 asked.

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