I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville wife and mother with a passion for family travel, (mostly) healthy cooking, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries with you, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark.
June 5, 2006
>I’ve always had a soft spot for The Little Mermaid.
It came out in theaters when I was a freshman in high school and more than one person said the mermaid, Ariel, bore an uncanny resemblance to me. When you’re a dreamy 14-year-old girl, that’s just the kind of thing you want to hear. I bought the movie as soon as it came out on video, memorized all of the songs and dreamed of finding my own handsome Prince Eric.
Recently, I dusted off the movie and played it for Baby. Predictably, she loves it, and asks for a few minutes of Dah Nuhrmaid at least once a day. I admit I was pleased, imagining in the back of my mind that Baby saw Mommy in the mermaid, and that’s why she loved her so much.
Heh. I guess I still look like her after all, I told myself, grinning at Ariel’s fetching big eyes, her thick, long hair and her winning smile. She really was pretty, as far as cartoon characters go.
Eric had nicely withstood the ravages of time as well. He had a full head of hair, soulful blue eyes and a manly physique. Not bad… Not bad at all…
“Oh no, Mommy!” Baby yelped, pointing at the television. “Dada fall off boat!”
On the screen, Prince Eric swam around in the water as the seawitch prodded him with a supernatural pitchfork.
“You mean Prince Eric?” I asked Baby, smirking.
“No! Dada! Dada help nuhrmaid!”
“Is that Dada? I asked, pointing at Prince Eric.
“Is Dada saving Mommy from the seawitch?” I prodded.
“No! Dada save nuhrmaid! Dada help nuhrmaid! Not Mommy!”
Hmm. So Baby thought Dada had an eye on the mermaid, huh? I looked at Ariel disgustedly. That slutty little bitch. She was no better than Paris Hilton, wearing that seashell bikini top everyhere she went. I bet she had been with all the mermen and that’s why she wanted to be a human so badly.
Abruptly, I stopped the movie.
“Come on, Baby,” I said through gritted teeth. “Let’s put on Blue’s Clues.”
I’m going to put a stop to Hubs’s sordid mermaid fling once and for all. I only feel bad that Baby had to witness it.