My youngest sister, Sarah, likes to ask people questions. Sometimes, these questions have very obvious right answers, for example, when she asks Angel, "Angel, do you want to play Just Dance with me?"
Or when she asks me, "Rachel, I noticed that you have some SweetTarts on the shelf in your bedroom. Who are those for?"
Other times, the questions are slightly more open-ended, but she'll still let me know if she disapproves of my answer. The other day, she performed an in-depth interrogation about the movies I watch while I was making dinner. Here it is:
Sarah: "Rachel, what is your favorite cartoon movie?"
Toy Story or Ice Age
"Okay, what is your favorite Disney movie?"
Pirates of the Caribbean.
"What? That doesn't count. What is your favorite Disney princess movie that is a cartoon?"
Beauty and the Beast
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
Rear Window (but for the record, I don't really watch scary movies.)
"What's your favorite funny movie?"
Classic: Arsenic and Old Lace
New: The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra
"What's your favorite romantic movie?"
Classic: Roman Holiday
New: The Proposal
"What's your favorite PG-13 rated movie?"
(Hmmm, Sarah, that's an odd question...though it seems like nearly all movies are rated PG-13 these days...)
The Return of the King? The Avengers?
"What is your least favorite movie of all time?"
The Core. The Spiderwick Chronicles. Batman.
Even with so many categories, I had such a hard time choosing. What would your answers be if you were being interrogated by Sarah?
And in a totally unrelated Sarah story, we were all in the car. Sarah's carseat takes up the middle seat, so Angel and I were sitting on both sides of her. She, unprovoked, leaned over and kissed Angel on the cheek. I said, "Hey! That's supposed to be my job!"
She looked at me with a cheeky/sinister grin and said, "Not anymore..."