Gratuitous Domestic Posting - "Same Words, Different Tune" Division

The Missus and the Llama-ettes have been planning a "family movie night" for tonight. So this morning I asked the soon-to-be-eight year old what movies she had in mind.

"Oh, Daddy!" she said. "How about the Sponge-Bob Movie?"

"For Heaven's sake, child," I replied. "You've seen that about a dozen times already! And anyway, I know for a fact that Mom wouldn't sit through it in a billion years."

"Well....." she said, "I know! What about Atlantis Squarepantis?"

"Um," I answered, "How is that any different? It's just more SpongeBob."

"Oh, no, Dad-dee!" she countered, "It's different! In this one, they go to Atlantis!"

"So I gathered. The answer is still 'no'."

"Nothing that has anything to do with Nickelodeon, dammit!" came the voice of
the Missus floating down the stairs.

"That's right!" I said, switching on the cranky old geezer rant function. "You're missing the point! The idea to find some good old-fashioned wholesomeness! Something you haven't seen before! One of those old Disney films like....like...say the "Flubber" movies!"

"Flubber? Oooh, Daddee! I'd love to see Flubber!" she exclaimed.

"Huh?" I thought. Well, okay. Good! Except, where would the girl possibly have heard of......

"Yes!" she went on. "That's the one with the butt-shaking moves!"

"Whuh?"

"Oh! And the little dancing flubber guy! Can we see it? Please?"

"Whaaaaa...?" I thought again. And it was at that moment that I suddenly realized that she wasn't talking about the harmless old Fred MacMurray gems from the early sixties that I remembered fondly from lazy weekend matinees in my own yoot. No, she was thinking of that abominable Robin Williams remake from a few years back, which had totally slipped my mind until this point.

I suddenly felt very old. It was about all I could do to tell her not to use the term "butt-shaking".

Sigh....