It ain't Bugs Bunny or Wile E. Coyote.
Or Penelope Pitstop for that matter.
Lilo and Stitch was on the tube this morning. Taylor was watching. I was dawdling. And only half-listening.
What caught my ear was a scene where the big fish thing was pouring some concoction of an aqueous nature - not really liquid, but more of a molasses in January consistency. In Hawaii I assume. The fish thing then started rattling off the ingredients. A bit of this, a bit of that, and two jiggers of...
I stopped listening before the actual ingredient.
Jiggers?
Lilo and Stitch is rated for seven-year-olds, fer chrissakes!
Admittedly, "shots" wouldn't have been allowable, since that refers more to hard liquor. Jiggers does too, but even more so.
Then again, jigger is from an older generation - mine or perhaps my parents' - where a "jigger of whiskey" was allowable, but only for someone of drinking age. Twenty-one or more.
But not a seven-year-old.
Tuesday, January 20
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