Yesterday I was walking across the tennis car park with the Young Masters. This is the conversation that followed:
Master Jacob: Mum, why is the Wizard of Oz so gay?
Mrs T: (Slightly perplexed at the unexpected topic): Because it’s an old film. It was made long before the film studios decided every other film should be about shooting the crap out of each other in ‘Nam.
Master Jacob: Oh.
Mrs T: That was when movies had lost of dancing and skipping in. In the Wizard of Oz it went like this..
*Mrs T dances like Judy Garland on the yellow brick road*
Master Jacob: (Eyes wide open, mouth aghast) Did they really do that?
Mrs T: Yes. The Tin Man, The Lion, The Scarecrow and Dorothy all looped arms and danced down the yellow brick road. Come on then, let’s do it together!
*Master Ben (laughing) and Mrs T skip off across the car park*
Master Jacob: Mum, stop it! Stop!
*Master Ben and Mrs T carry on skipping and dancing while Mrs T sings*
Mrs T: We’re off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, You’ll find he is a whiz of a wiz, if ever a wiz there was….
Master Jacob: MUM! STOP!
Mrs T and Master Ben stop dancing:
Master Jacob: Never do that again, Mum. And never talk about the Wizard of Oz again. Ever.
Humph. Teenagers. No sense of fun. And I have no idea about Master Jacob’s sudden interest in the Wizard of Oz – and I’m not going to ask.
