Today at the video store she claimed extreme disappointment that some kid got the last copy of Soccer Dog before she could get her hands on it. And then as we were standing in line, we started chortling at a kid who was trying to convince his mom to buy him a Sponge Bob Squarepants cookie. Eva then demonstrated a much more effective technique, approaching Cartmanesque, but focusing more on the educational value of purchasing said cookie. She could be my latex salesman any day.
The topic of Soccer Dog arose again in the car, and Eva rightfully complained that the standards of the animal sports hero flick were being severely compromised with titles like that. "They're not even trying anymore!" she lamented.
So I broke into a chorus of:
Soccer dog, soccer dog
he's a dog and he plays soccer
even though he's just a dog
And that's when Eva observed that I had just had a very Michael Scott moment.
And I was inordinately and inexplicably proud.