Jack was in the backseat of the car watching an old Sesame Street movie, the one where Big Bird gets lost. It was either that or his non-stop incessant shrieking that would render the nearest canine deaf until we got home from the doctor's office. Maddie, agahst that Sesame Street has been around since I was a kid, quizzed me non-stop on which characters I liked. Finally, she got around to Big Bird.
"Did you like Big Bird?"
"No, I told you. I pretty much only liked Grover and Kermit. The journalist and the smart nerd - you can't go wrong."
"What about Big Bird's friend? That elephant?"
"You mean Snuffleuppagus," called Chloe from the backseat.
Under my breath I muttered, "You mean Big Bird's lover." Oops. I may have said that aloud.
I turned, horrified, to see that Maddie had heard me. And worse, she burst into loud guffaws of laughter.
I hate it when I have to back pedal before noon.
"Mom! Big Bird wasn't gay!"
"There's nothing wrong with that. We have no idea what Big Bird's sexual orientation is. And for the record, that's not why he bugs me. He's an arrogant bird who barely hides his contempt for slow learners. Haven't you heard the way he talks down to Baby Bear?"
Just another good wholesome conversation while stuck in construction traffic.