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So, Morgan (the four year-old one that lives at my house, not the be-Laurelled Athenry one) is sitting in front of the TV watching "Little Bear" or somesuch, and I am attempting to mess with her. I am spinning a pretty good riff (IMO) off a very interesting discussion we had last week when I was helping her with her bath regarding "the butt-snatcher man", who is an interesting extrapolation of the "Child-Catcher" character from "Chiity-Chitty Bang-Bang". He wears black clothes, drives a cage-wagon, prances as his primary means of locomotion-- but the butt-snatcher man's MO is that he snatches the butts off of kids, and said butts are then carried about in a sack. (For what purpose the butts are being snatched and lugged about is not addressed. After listening with great seriousness to Morgan's explanation of the butt-snatcher, his description and MO, he strikes me as sort of the anti-Santa: distinctive dress, vehicle, things-in-a-sack MO-- but he rips your ass off and takes it with him upon departure, instead of leaving something nice in his wake. With the right introductions and an upscale clinic with a Beverly Hills zip code, this ass-reduction gig could make him big bucks with the Hollywood and West-Side crowd. )
Anyways, my attampt to mess with Morgan on this occasion has to do with my assertion that the butt-snatcher guy has snuck up on Morgan unawares, attempted to steal her butt, but didn't get it off all the way, leaving her butt partially unhooked.
ME: "I don't know how you couldn't have seen him. Now your butt is half-unhooked and hanging off."
MORGAN: (breaks her gaze from the TV, and shoots me a narrow-eyed look of suspicion.) "Uh-uh, Daddy"
ME: "No, really, the dude just pranced on in, real quiet, right behind you and he..."
MORGAN: (maintaining eye contact with me, as she reaches behind herself and mimes "hooking") "Ka-chik."
ME: "What was that you just did?"
MORGAN: (matter-of-factly) "My butt is hooked back on. I'm watching Little Bear now."
Anyways, my attampt to mess with Morgan on this occasion has to do with my assertion that the butt-snatcher guy has snuck up on Morgan unawares, attempted to steal her butt, but didn't get it off all the way, leaving her butt partially unhooked.
ME: "I don't know how you couldn't have seen him. Now your butt is half-unhooked and hanging off."
MORGAN: (breaks her gaze from the TV, and shoots me a narrow-eyed look of suspicion.) "Uh-uh, Daddy"
ME: "No, really, the dude just pranced on in, real quiet, right behind you and he..."
MORGAN: (maintaining eye contact with me, as she reaches behind herself and mimes "hooking") "Ka-chik."
ME: "What was that you just did?"
MORGAN: (matter-of-factly) "My butt is hooked back on. I'm watching Little Bear now."