Lucky Luke is a tall thin dark guy with a red scarf round his neck, a long nose and a long chin, chasing evil-doers in a small dusty sunny town in the middle of nowhere He replaced Sitka (Brother Bear) and Rasputin (Anastasia) in my daughter’s long list of cartoon crushes. What she called “her husbands”. He himself was soon replaced by Uncle Scrooge, a shady character from “Everybody’s Hero”, and several dozens of others whom I can’t remember. For a year or so, she tended to fall in love with evil characters, which had me fretting over her long-term romantic prospects. These days the current romantic heroes are Tin Tin and Donald Duck, who have shown themselves to have pretty good staying power, though Rasputin was the worst in terms of the intensity of emotion which he caused in her four year-old heart. Daycare has not cured, though alleviated, her obsession with these fictitious characters, although she does not call them her “husband” anymore; they are her “Friends”.
Yesterday, she mentioned Lucky Luke again after a long while of ignoring him (and breaking his heart).
-Mummy, do you know why Lucky Luke is lucky?
-No, why?
-Because when he poos in the street, nobody sees him.
I was shocked to hear this sentiment from my refined princess, and I immediately jumped to conclusions.
-Did you aunt tell you that?
(Her aunt and uncles are notoriously rude, and making my two children as rude as possible is high on the list of their life goals. They don’t need to try too hard with Yousef, who at the age of two is already teaching them a thing or two about rudeness. It’s more uphill work with Sheida, or so I had thought).)
-No, I found out myself…
OK, that was just a brief amusing interlude before I continue with the sad tale of the evil government bureaus who are plaguing me.
Tags: animations, cartoons, children, family, Lucky Luke, parenting
