I haven't figured this out yet . . .
As a sort of continuation of yesterday’s post regarding the misuse of items meant for a specific purpose, I must also mention another Disney movie. What would Toy Story be without the beloved character of Sid? The sadistic little boy who liked to abuse toys and cannibalize them, turning them into a vast array of frankenstein-esque creatures.
I remember playing with a collection of My Little Pony dolls my sister had, though I didn’t prance them around and make them do My Little Pony stuff. No, I remember trying to yank their tails out and attempting to trim their manes. Not so sadistic as strapping them to fireworks, but it still upset my sister.
And, as they say, history repeats itself. G commits the innocuous act of putting a car in C’s baby stroller and she acted as if he was committing some sort of torture.
I particularly enjoy G’s proud pose, as if he’d done something quite impressive. No wonder he was so confused when his sister started crying and throwing a fit about it.