Last night, Wifey and I introduced Munch to the wonderful world of Walt Disney. What better choice to get an 18 month old interested in movies than the oldest, perhaps most popular, animated film of all time. The story of a young deer, growing up in the wild after his mother is shot by hunters.
The three of us settled into the couch. Pulled up the blankets. And became sucked into the forest with the seemingly 10 minute slow pan to start the movie.
And then, just like that - a bombshell was dropped on me. When the rabbits announce the birth of the prince of the forest is being born, I nearly choked on my popcorn.
In disbelief, I yelled, "What the f@#!???!"
Wifey scolded me, "Really? Was that necessary?"
I instantly grabbed for the remote, nearly elbowing Munch's head in the process. As I fumbled with the rewind button, Wifey asked "What the h#@! are you doing?"
I exclaimed, "I need to hear what Thumper just said!"
She said, "Calm down, you're scaring Munch."
I didn't care. Let him be scared. I had to know if I heard IT correctly.
When I replayed the scene and heard IT, I fell back into the couch and sighed. "...birth to the prince of the forest...". Prince. Equals son. Equals boy. You've got be shi#$ing me!
Bambi—was a boy?
The name that is now synonymous with stripper, porn star, hooker, girl gone bad, pole dancer is....based upon a sweet, innocent, little—boy deer?
When did our society take a hard left turn? Wow, I'm still reeling.
I know I'm usually the last to know everything, but really? Bambi—a boy?
Anyone else been living under a rock???
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