OK, so, since I’ve been posting some heavy shit on this blog lately, I figure I’ll tell you a little story to lighten things up a little around here.
So, I’m three years old and my family has taken me to see a Disney Little Mermaid play. At that point in time, the movie was so new that my parents hadn’t seen it yet & they didn’t know what it was about. They did, however, know that I was deaf and had learned how to communicate with me. So my dad translated the play.
As the play proceeded, my dad listened to it and realized that it was really quite screwed up. Wait a minute, he thought, So this play is about a girl who sells her soul to the devil and gives up her home/tail/voice for a man???
He continued to translate the play, hoping that it would get better and have some ultimate redeeming moral message – perhaps Ariel has a change of heart and decides that she values herself, for example?
But, nope. The play freakin’ ended with her exchanging wedding vows with that idiot of a landlubber. At this moment, my dad couldn’t hold back any longer – instead of translating the wedding vows, he told complicated story about Ariel dumping her husband and then getting a PhD in Marine Biology.
At the time, I could tell that he was just making it up – but I loved the story anyway.
To this day, I smile when I think about it. He didn’t stick to the Code of Conduct – but, hey, it was worth it.
