Babe

Jack has gotten into the movie "Babe," about a lovable pig who herds sheep. It's one of those films we can enjoy together, even though I suspect he typically has no idea what's going on. He knows that the cats are bad, that's about it. And he recognizes the characters from the movie poster of it that has been on the wall of his room since he was born. Now he stands below the poster in the morning and says, "That's the sheep and that's the horse and that's BABE and that's...."

We drove up to Nana and Baba's for the weekend; my parents, who are just known as Nana and Baba to Jack, because they are also known that way to his Irish cousins. We were sitting at the table eating dinner when Jack noticed one of Nana's refrigerator magnets: "BABE!" he said. Or, "Hey, my movie pig!" or something similar. And we noticed it too, and said, oh yeah, it's a Babe refrigerator magnet....A Babe magnet. And the adults laughed at the joke.

Nana said, "You know Jack, when your Daddy was younger, he was one of those." I smirked. Emily snorted, politely I'm sure.

Jack, confused, said: "A pig?"