Yesterday, I had a conversation with Lilly. Lilly is seven years old. We talked about the usual things: her big sister, rainbows, sandhill cranes, a kitty app for her cell phone, and huckleberries.
The huckleberry part of the conversation was my idea. I tried to talk about Scotch whisky, but she would not have it.
When she mentioned something about a song from the movie Frozen—she knew all the words—I said: “I have never seen Frozen.”
Lilly was aghast. She opened her mouth and swayed her head back. “You have NEVER seen Frozen?”
I am sure she wondered how a human on her favorite planet could survive without Frozen. Did I not breathe the same air? Was I missing a heart? Brain Damage? That was the first time in my life that I felt perfectly awful about not seeing the movie Frozen. I was completely out of her frame of reference.
Apparently, sixty is not the new seven.