Last week, it was really cold here and when that happens we pull out the big coats. We took Eddie Haskell to the big box coat store last year and let him pick out his own heavy coat. He selected a bright orange one with fur trim around the hood. This tickled UberGeek and I to no end and we immediately trussed him up in it, pulled the drawstring tight and pronounced him Kenny! Every time he wears it we get the giggles together, waiting until he is out of earshot and then poking each other and saying, "OMG, you killed Kenny!" I know it's juvenile but our pleasures are small. Neither of us has actually watched the show in years but it's hard to forget. Warning: The following video contains violent cartoon scenes!
During the cold snap one morning last week we bundled Eddie Haskell up in his puffy orange coat, stuffed he and Diva in their car seats and off we went to preschool. We unloaded them from the car and began to walk up the sidewalk toward the door. On the way in, one of the parents remarked to me that she really liked Eddie Haskell's orange coat. I thanked her and said, "It's his Kenny coat." She gave me a blank look. I said, "You know, Kenny, from South Park." "Oh" she said blankly, nodding. She smiled at me a little tightly and walked off.
Did I mention that my twins attend a Christian preschool? It's a fairly conservative environment. It has been a great school for Diva and Eddie Haskell; they have had two excellent teachers and a wonderful group of friends. I was raised a liberal Catholic; I know that's sort of an oxymoron but I think it's mostly from the Church's teaching regarding the poor. I call it the Mother Theresa effect. My family and a lot of the parisioners I knew were mostly focused on Matthew 25 31-46 that says whatever you do for the least of these you do for me, the me referring to Jesus of course. So primarily it was about serving the poor and taking care of others. This by the way, includes the sick, prisoners, the hungry, really the least of these. So it was that I spent many an evening serving barbecue sandwiches in the bingo hall (AKA the elementary school cafeteria) to earn dough for charity. But when it came to stuff like evolution, we were taught it in our Catholic high school with no bones about it. I never had a problem understanding that even if Evolution was an adequate theory there still had to be God in there somewhere in the process. It's part of the mystery of faith. We also had really great sex education. Mrs. Foley taught it and we were given all the material in full glorious detail; I can remember that I blushed a lot during class. Of course, in addition to all this we received a full primer on the Catholic church's teaching about morality. My mom was thankful to the school I know. Herself a victim of old school Catholic guilt, she had trouble talking to us about, well, you know, the word that starts with an S and ends with a baby if you are not careful.
I'm not always the most conservative person I suppose. So, that morning, I forgot where I was. I was standing on the sidewalk in front of my children's conservative Christian preschool telling another mother that my son resembled Kenny from South Park. Smooth move Kristie. I pray I will be forgiven in more ways than one.
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The Kenny Coat
Last week, it was really cold here and when that happens we pull out the big coats. We took Eddie Haskell to the big box coat store last year and let him pick out his own heavy coat. He selected a bright orange one with fur trim around the hood. This tickled UberGeek and I to no end and we immediately trussed him up in it, pulled the drawstring tight and pronounced him Kenny! Every time he wears it we get the giggles together, waiting until he is out of earshot and then poking each other and saying, "OMG, you killed Kenny!" I know it's juvenile but our pleasures are small. Neither of us has actually watched the show in years but it's hard to forget. Warning: The following video contains violent cartoon scenes!
During the cold snap one morning last week we bundled Eddie Haskell up in his puffy orange coat, stuffed he and Diva in their car seats and off we went to preschool. We unloaded them from the car and began to walk up the sidewalk toward the door. On the way in, one of the parents remarked to me that she really liked Eddie Haskell's orange coat. I thanked her and said, "It's his Kenny coat." She gave me a blank look. I said, "You know, Kenny, from South Park." "Oh" she said blankly, nodding. She smiled at me a little tightly and walked off.
Did I mention that my twins attend a Christian preschool? It's a fairly conservative environment. It has been a great school for Diva and Eddie Haskell; they have had two excellent teachers and a wonderful group of friends. I was raised a liberal Catholic; I know that's sort of an oxymoron but I think it's mostly from the Church's teaching regarding the poor. I call it the Mother Theresa effect. My family and a lot of the parisioners I knew were mostly focused on Matthew 25 31-46 that says whatever you do for the least of these you do for me, the me referring to Jesus of course. So primarily it was about serving the poor and taking care of others. This by the way, includes the sick, prisoners, the hungry, really the least of these. So it was that I spent many an evening serving barbecue sandwiches in the bingo hall (AKA the elementary school cafeteria) to earn dough for charity. But when it came to stuff like evolution, we were taught it in our Catholic high school with no bones about it. I never had a problem understanding that even if Evolution was an adequate theory there still had to be God in there somewhere in the process. It's part of the mystery of faith. We also had really great sex education. Mrs. Foley taught it and we were given all the material in full glorious detail; I can remember that I blushed a lot during class. Of course, in addition to all this we received a full primer on the Catholic church's teaching about morality. My mom was thankful to the school I know. Herself a victim of old school Catholic guilt, she had trouble talking to us about, well, you know, the word that starts with an S and ends with a baby if you are not careful.
I'm not always the most conservative person I suppose. So, that morning, I forgot where I was. I was standing on the sidewalk in front of my children's conservative Christian preschool telling another mother that my son resembled Kenny from South Park. Smooth move Kristie. I pray I will be forgiven in more ways than one.
