Capturing Ryan's Fractured Story

(Warning - This post contains curse words)

Lemmie set the scene.  The other day while Ryan and I were running errands, for some reason Ryan referenced Disney's The Little Mermaid. 

Me:  You don't even know that story. 

Ry:  Sure I do.  Whaddaya give me if I can tell you the entire story from start to finish right now?

Me: A cookie. (I knew something blog worthy was about to happen so I wrote everything he said down on the back of an envelope we had in the car).

Ry: Sold!  There's this foxy mermaid who wants to be a lady of the land, not just another fish in the sea.  Her dad,  Neptune or Benjamin or something, he's all "noooooooooooo!"  And the chick she's all  "I'm over these conch shells and turtles everywhere."  So she goes to see this Octopus, umm what's her name.... whatever, let's go with Octobitch.  See, the mermaid was slated to be the next queen of the sea but alas, since she was such a land lubber she sold her soul to the Octobitch who was taken down by Benjamin.  Eventually Prince Balthesar saves the day somehow. Que 'A Whole New World'.  

THE END - gimmie my cookie.

Fret not! With my mom, me and the Beeble in his world, Ryan has very quickly become outnumbered in this house.  Scarlet being the tiniest among us is also the most powerful when it comes to encouraging her daddy to broaden his girly horizons.  There's no way a man living with three women will be able to keep his ignorance to all things sugar and spice.  It's inevitable that he will soon be reciting the movie line for line sans the cuss words.  I say we check in one year from now and I bet we'll see him practicing his best Ariel "Ahhh-aaahhh-aahhhhh" vocal range.