Years ago, I was walking with one of my daughters (I’m not sure, she might have been 6 at the time), when I thought I’d share with her a piece of news that I had recently discovered. The news was that someone had made a sequel (or, um, a “squeakquel” apparently) to Alvin and the Chipmunks. My wife and I had taken our children to see the original in the theatres in a fit of extravagance, in what turned out to be one of the most laborious film experiences I had had in recent years. But my children had enjoyed it, and I knew my daughter would be happy to learn that another one was coming out.
“And guess what,” I added. “This one features the Chipettes.”
The who? I went on to explain. They are a rival group of singing Chipmunks – this one made up of all girls.
My daughter, a lover of animals and a fan of nature documentaries of all sorts, broke into a wide grin. “Uh-Ohhhh, I bet I know what happens,” she sang out.
“Do you?” I replied cheerfully.
“Yes,” she continued, with only the tiniest hint of embarrassment. “I bet they mate.“
Umm….maybe not mate, precisely.