As sung by someone else's five-year-old in pizza shop yesterday.
If you have seen trailer for silver screen debut of re-warmed 1950s singing chipmunks, you know why this little bit of soft porn jingled out of the child's mouth. Clearly, woman seated alone nearby had not seen the trailer.
Though she obviously recognized the melody's true origins. Hmm.
Fun to watch her face twist into increasingly horrified grimace as my own two grinned in innocent recognition. And repeated the line. With accompanying gestures from movie trailer.
Suppose I should have been embarrassed to some degree. Surely, my parental supervision of TV time came into question, as did that of five-year-old's mom and dad.
But I wasn't. And they didn't seem to be, either. What can you do?
I'll tell you what I can do. We're going to see the freaking movie today. Subverted, schmaltzy piece of film that it probably is, it smells of nostalgia. Can't get me enough nostalgia.
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