If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was putting me on

The kids wandered in while I was folding laundry and watching King Kong on our big HD TV.  It was the 2005 version directed by Peter Jackson with the absolutely gorgeous special effects.  Its a film full of truly outstanding visual delights. 

Anyway, I was enjoying the film and trouble in the name of questions wandered in.

“Who is that?” Sassy asked.

“King Kong,” I answered and added underwear to a folded pile.

“Why are the people all screaming like that?” She blinks at the television.

“Because he’s a giant gorilla.” Duh.

“Oh.” She says. Seconds tick by.  I fold three shirts before her next question.  “Why are they all running away?”

“Because he’s a giant gorilla.”

Silence.  Shorts and pajamas.  “Well, why does he seem so angry?”

“BECAUSE he’s a giant gorilla.”  Sigh. Another shirt.

“Why does he want to eat her?”

“BECAUSE HE’S A GIANT GORILLA.” Holy shit!

“But I don’t get why she keeps running and screaming like that.”

“BECAUSE. HE. IS. A. GIANT. GORILLA.”

“Oh.” She seems placated, for now.

Now My Honey appears from the kitchen.  “What is that guy’s problem?” He’s smirking.

“What guy?” I ask.

“That one.” He gestures to the television.  “Is it because he’s a giant gorilla?”  He returns to the kitchen, cackling. Jerk.

 “Alright, I get that she’s afraid, but why are the other people all running and screaming.”

I throw the mostly folded pants from my hand into the laundry basket in a snit. “Forget it, I’m turning it off.”

I am so totally instituting Ava’s new Questions Policy.