(Penn's Cave on our 13th Anniversary.)
So we're on this long car trip listening to Peter Pan. Neither J or I are particularly familiar with the story--maybe we've seen parts of the Disney movie?
The reader has a bit of an accent so it's a little hard for the backseat crew to understand it all. We are doing a lot of explaining.
And the real deal? It's slightly rougher than we expected--if we had our druthers we'd edit a few word choices.
We're enough of the way into the story to have a pretty good feel for the main characters. This Mr. Darling fellow doesn't seem all that warm and fuzzy. And he keeps calling the nurse/nanny a "dog." Definitely not very nice.
"Mommy, why does he keep calling Nana a dog?"
"Umm...He's not a very happy person. He doesn't like Nana. That is not a nice word to call a person." ("Don't ever call a person a dog.")
Then we're at the part of the story where Mr. Darling wants to play a mean trick on Nana the nanny--he decides that he's going to pour his yucky medicine into her bowl so that she'll drink it thinking it's milk. Into her bowl? That's a bit unusual.
"Daddy, why is Nana drinking out of a bowl?"
"Ummm...I guess because she doesn't have a lot of money and her bowl works just fine for drinking?"
This is the part where our brains almost explode.
Nana comes "wagging her tail" (clearly a literary device playing off of Mr. Darling's endearing word for poor Nana) to drink the milk. When she discovers it's a trick she retreats to her kennel. Her kennel? Aren't they taking this whole dog thing just a bit too far?
What if Nana really is a dog?
Could a nurse be a dog?
I google it. Nana is...A DOG?!
Woah. Hmmm...now that we think of it this explains so much (or then, again, not so much--a dog as a nurse?). It did say that Nana carried the umbrella in her teeth--we just thought she was a bit eccentric. And she did growl when she saw Peter Pan (we thought gasping or yelling might make more sense, but conceivably a person could growl.). Oh, and they did say that she caught Peter Pan's shadow with her teeth, too--we just thought she had a particularly useful mouth. And I guess Mr. Darling wasn't being mean when he called her a "dog,"--he was just stating the obvious!
Then we laughed. A lot. Two completely clueless grown-ups totally duped by Nana the dog nanny.
You just never know what you'll learn in a day. ;)