About 2 weeks ago, I sat down to watch that bastion of silliness, Monty Python and the Holy Grail with my dad and Ellen. From the bizarre credits that discuss how beautiful the møøse are in winter and how the movie was brought to you by Ralph the Wonder Llama, to the details of how a sparrow might carry a coconut, to the Knights of Ni!, she was hooked and giggled wildly. However, that did not prepare me for how much she was actually paying attention even with the chaos that is my house, the other conversations, and the rapid-fire goofiness coming from the screen.
I found THAT part out when we were sitting at the dinner table a few days ago and she decided to quote nearly the entire movie to us, almost verbatim. As she farted in our general direction and informed us that our mother was a hamster and our father smelled of elderberries, I saw myself sitting there, waxing eloquently on the stupidest things I could think of, expecting the world to laugh along with me. Sadly, it's just as goofy coming from her mouth now as it was from my mouth then, even though I can (and occasionally still do) quote the wizard that some call...Tim!
My little uber-geek.
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