As I was sitting on the ground reading Wired magazine, the kids came by to look over my shoulder.
They started laughing at an ad that had a guy with a long, photoshopped nose. The nose stuck out at least six inches. “Look at his nose!”
But they never made any references to they guy probably being a big liar, or to Pinocchio at all. I let them giggle and point for a few seconds, but still, they never made the connection. At least they never mentioned it.
How could this be? Were my kids that uncultured? What kind of father was I? Pinocchio is a Classic. I had to find out. I asked the five-year-old, “Do you know who Pinocchio is?”
He looked at me for a few seconds. The gears turned. Eventually, he said:
“You mean like in Shrek?”
That’s not exactly what I was going for, but I took what I could get. “Yeah, he’s in there.”
Who We Were Then
- Maddie (7 years old)
- Aaron (5 years old)