I’ll get you my pretty….

Sassy has watched The Wizard of Oz on DVD maybe 5 times in the last month and asked if I would buy her the book.  I had to wipe a tear from my eye. 

A) She loves the Wizard of Oz!

B) She wants (wants!!!!) to read the book

C) She is duly impressed that I know every word to every song in the movie.

D) AND I know the dance steps down the Yellow Brick Road

Its getting harder and harder to impress my daughter.  It seems that she’s

But we do agree on the funniest member of the Lollypop Guild

 launching early into the my-mother-is-an-idiot stage.  Had I known all I needed to do was sing and dance – well, hell.

So we sat down to watch it again the other night, she was rife with questions.  The thing is, I thought I knew everything about The Wizard of Oz.  I can answer obscure trivia questions in the middle of the night.  I can tell you behind the scenes tidbits long lost to antiquity.  What I can’t answer are Sassy’s questions.  Here are two of the doozies.

Where did Dorothy get the dog? I have no idea. Really.  I’ve never even considered it. 

What shoes is she wearing before she gets the ruby slippers?  Good

Everything is better with great shoes!

grief, is she even wearing shoes before?  She’s a farm girl after all.  I’m not even 100% sure she has feet before she crashes in Munchkinland.

So there you go.  It turns out all I know is useless when it comes to Sassy disecting a classic.

There is no way I’m letting her ruin Gone With the Wind or Casablanca.