Let's try this again for the sake of simplicity. Every night for the past month I have asked the Chaos Girls as we are finishing off "bedtime procedures" what was their favorite thing about that day. Birdie will hem and haw and then give me an answer like "school" or "maked a cake with daddy." Every night LaLa will answer...
"Ummmmm... tsk, pony dash."
First off, as far as I can tell a "pony dash" is an amalgamation of all the My Little Pony's, games and pretend involving said plastic characters, video, online website and games and the coloring books to boot. Her answer for everything used to be "pony dame," which we finally translated as "pony game." But now? Now... it's "pony dash." There is a pony named "Rainbow Dash," that was a favorite of Birdie's for a while. Dadguy and I think that has some part of the "pony dash as the meaning of life," thing. That, and it's fun to say.
the "Ummmm, tsk" part? Apparently that is a verbal quirk of mine. That's what I say when I am thinking. I only know this because both of The Chaos use it as a conversational place holder for when they are thinking or deciding something.
"Birdie where the ever-livin' crap are your shoes?"
"ummmm.... tsk, they're inna van."
"LaLa, which shirt did you want to wear today?"
"Ummmm... tsk, dithh one!"
Oh, yeah! Mom, I looked up "Meme" and found the following.
term for an idea considered as a replicator, especially with
the connotation that memes parasitise people into propagating
them much as viruses do.
Memes can be considered the unit of cultural evolution. Ideas
can evolve in a way analogous to biological evolution. Some
ideas survive better than others; ideas can mutate through,
for example, misunderstandings; and two ideas can recombine to
produce a new idea involving elements of each parent idea.
Use of the term connotes acceptance of the idea that in humans
(and presumably other tool- and language-using sophonts)
cultural evolution by selection of adaptive ideas has become
more important than biological evolution by selection of
hereditary traits. Hackers find this idea congenial for
tolerably obvious reasons.
Holy Pump Up The Volume, the truth is a virus! My favorite is the "parasitising people" part, it's all so very ghastly for such a wee blogger jogger, it seems much more apt for those horrendus forwards that clog my email in-box. Gadzooks! If I have to wade through one more blasted cute-sy, semi-animated, inane and quasi-Christian forward that promises good luck if I forward the ponydashed thing to fifteen of my friends within the next ten minutes...!!!