We have teased my father for years about “the year he ruined Christmas”. Long story short, my stepmom and I were gushing about how much we love the movie White Christmas when Papa G offered up this little gem of trivia: “Ya know, Bing Crosby used to beat the crap out of his wife.”
Well, last Saturday night, I proved once and for all that I am my father’s daughter.
Scene: Lincoln Park Zoo, African Ape exhibit, watching a big Gorilla move around
Nina (to Ryan): This makes me so sad about the baby gorilla.
Lady Standing Nearby: Baby gorilla? Where’s the baby gorilla?
Nina: Um, well, um…it’s not here anymore.
Lady: Where is the baby gorilla? Where is it?!
Nina: It is, um, no longer at the zoo. It’s gone.
Lady: The baby gorilla! Where did it go? To another zoo? I want to see the baby gorilla!
Nina: It’s not…it went… It died. The baby gorilla died. It’s dead.
(Pan to two small children standing at her feet.)
“Mommy? The baby gorilla DIED?! It DIED?!”
Ryan: We need to get out of here. Immediately.