Monday, July 30, 2007

us men

Joie just returned from a weekend in Delhi, leaving Will and I to fend for ourselves in the wilds of Redwood Cottage. Will was a handful. We walked into the bazaar, where he was happy to find plenty of horses, dogs (gogs), and motorcycles (hykols) to identify. There are many difficult decisions to make in the education of a young child. For example, these critters that we call motorcycles are actually a pretty good mix of motorcycles and scooters, but from where Will is coming from, it is hardly worthwhile to make a distinction. Furthermore, he can say "horse" and "donkey" beautifully, but when push comes to shove, Mussoorie's equines are generally mules, and it simply does not seem fair to be overly pedantic when the kid only knows a few words. He calls himself "Gull" for cryin' out loud.

Since Joie was gone, we watched man movies, sometimes with our shirts off, and always with food. Will watched "The Magnificent Seven" and "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly", and was delighted to point out every horse he saw. When The Man with No Name blew up the bridge, Will said, "Ooh, wow!" with wide-eyed appreciation.

The cinematic gem that I first noticed in this most recent viewing of "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly": when Blondie (Clint Eastwood) gives Tuco (Eli Wallach) a cigar for the first time, Tuco eats it. What a fine film...

1 comment:

  1. I just gotta say Will has a great Dad.


    Danny and I have been in the "Man Club" this week; Mom and all the others are at VBS every night. He plays out after a bowl of oatmeal and 10 minutes of Veggie Tales.