Grease is the word

Grease is the word (is the word that they heard)
It’s got groove, it’s got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling

Grease has been the word in our house since the weekend. The kids watched the movie for the first time on Saturday. They sat transfixed, the singing, the dancing, the very bad acting of Olivia. They loved it all. I had forgotten just how dirty Grease was and I held my breath a few time hoping an explanation for things like ‘pussy wagon’ and ’sloppy seconds’ wouldn’t be sought. Thankfully they weren’t.

For many years pre child I sat firmly in the ‘nurture’ camp of the nature vs nurture argument. Then, I had two children Same parents, same household, pretty much the same childhood.You’d think then, they’d have fairly similar views.

The Boy - “I can’t believe Danny danced with Cha Cha? What was he thinking? Did he think a dance trophy was more important than his friend? He really hurt Sandy’s feelings.’

The Girl - “Cha Cha has a beautiful (pronounced beeeeyooootiful) dress. I don’t like Sandy’s dress. Cha Cha is a better dancer. Is Cha Cha going to  be  Danny’s darlin’ now? I like Cha Cha”

Aaaaaah my girl, her moral compass sways to whoever is best dressed. She’d be there right behind Darth Vader, his politics may be dodgy but the uniform is snazzy, there’s no ways she’s wearing brown.