Of Labyrinth, Beauty and the Beast, and My Family
I got to spend a few hours with my niece, L, today. Man, that kid cracks me up. But to tell you that story, I need to give you a little background.
My sister, Cait, and I have what’s called the Labyrinth Test. Basically, we’re not meant to be friends with people who hate the movie, Labyrinth. We’re just too different, and it’ll never work. This theory, thus far, has proven entirely sound.
Fast forward to today. L and I were running some errands and singing along with a Disney mix CD, because that’s how L and I roll. So we get to the end of “Love is an Open Door”, and this conversation happened.
L: *sighs* Hans wasn’t who Anna thought he was.
Me: Nope. He was a big jerk.
L: Bet he hates Labyrinth.
Me: *dies laughing at the stoplight*
(Be proud, Cait. Be proud.)
Later, we were singing “Something There” from Beauty and the Beast, and we got to the end where L was nailing all the characters’ dialogue and accents.
Me: How come Mrs. Potts has a British accent and her son, Chip, doesn’t?
L: *busts out the most perfect Angela Lansbury accent ever and pats me on the head* Shhhh. I’ll tell you when you’re older.
I heart my niece.