My little girl went trick-or-treating this past year as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz because she thought the girl on the magnates looked a little like her Mommy. Not until just recently did she discover the movie itself and it has become a non-stop Oz extravaganza around my house ever since.
I wake up in the morning in Munchkinland, spend the day along the Yellow Brick road and sometimes I'm even lucky enough to have lunch in the Emerald City. Ah, what a life.
At one point today, my little girl turned in her chair and gave me a look and began repeating the same phrase over and over. I couldn't quite make it out at first, and then realized she was saying 'You ought to be ashamed'. This threw me for a total loop. My mind went racing, thinking of what my two-year old could be scolding me for -- then it dawned on me; I had just become the Cowardly Lion.
Not a bad gig I guess, at least it's better than a flying monkey. The sad part is my Mom said I was scared to death of the Wicked Witch and my little one just looks at the TV unimpressed. I'm a delicate soul what can I say.
I love my girl and I will watch the Wizard of Oz as many times as she would like but I'm secretly hoping for a break. No more ruby slipper or talking trees flinging fruit please.
In my single days, my morning would consist of turning the TV to SportsCenter and the channel would never change. Today I split my time between the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, the Wonder Pets, Drake and Josh and now the Wizard of Oz. And the future seems destined to be as frilly as the past.
I have another daughter set to make her North American debut any day now, so in two years I'm going to pull this blog out of the archive, check it out and see how history repeats itself.