sisters #2, #4 and i watch 8 Mile (2002) last night. it was quite an experience. for reasons i can’t quite decipher sisters #2 and #4 love Eminem. i have no feelings toward him at all. the movie was entertaining. not the knock-out i had heard it was. of course the sisters loved it, and have taken to calling people names from the movie. sister #4 is cheddar bob. sister #2 is b. rabbit. of course whenever we call sister #2 rabbit we have to laugh our fool heads off.

from the movie:
“so why do they call you rabbit?”
“because he’s fast and likes to fuck a lot.”

so you see why it incites fits of giggles.

last night we were trying to con max into calling sister #4 “aunt cheddar bob.” he thought it was funny because apparently in the world of 4 year olds cheddar is a funny word. if you have seen the movie you understand why sister #4 isn’t too fond of being called cheddar bob. so eventually she got fed up with our teasing.

“max,” she said, “do you want to know why we call your mom rabbit?”
“NO!” sister #2 shouted.

of course that caused us to fall into pants-peeing fits of laughter. my mom, of course, wants to know what’s going on. but we refuse to tell her.

so this morning at breakfast, in the middle of a conversation about math or something sister #4 just pops up with:
“so why do they call you rabbit?”

and again we all convulse into giggle. my mom is of course curious and bewildered and the more we laugh the more she wants to know. and at this point there’s so much pent-up demand that the answer is going to fall short of her expectations.

we’ll probably never tell her.