Remember that song? "Pony," by Ginuwine? I sure do. One of the kindergarten kids I reading tutored in eighth grade started singing it to me in the middle of "Bob is Big" (Note to editor of said publication: thanks a lot for naming one of the kids in the story "Julio." I had loads of fun trying to explain the silent Spanish 'J').
There is something terribly disturbing about a five-year-old singing "If you're horny, let's do it/ Ride it, my pony," especially when the child in question has kind of a sultry singing voice.
"Ummmm, do you know what that song is about?" I asked the kid.
"Yes," she replied.
"Oh really?"
" Uh huh."
" Well, could you please tell me?"
[Looks at me with enough pity to generate a whole season of the Tyra show] "A pony." Duh.
I don't remember this kid's name. She's around fifteen now, which means she's probably figured out the depth of Ginuwine's metaphors by this point. I wonder if she's ever even given it any thought. I wonder if she remembers my name.
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