The girls have been playing with the most annoying unicorn purchased by my mother at a garage sale a few years back. (And that sentence is funny, because it now sounds like my mom often purchases unicorns at garage sales. The one in question was voted Most Annoying by the army of unicorns that are currently filling our home with sparkling rainbows and magical happiness and blue eyeshadow and whatnot.) When you press the eyes (or perhaps the ears or the horn or something) the unicorn begins to belt out a song that goes something like this: “I’m a something-cal unicorn something something glowing horn. We’ll have lots of fun today something something something play.” The only part of the song that really intrigues me is the “I’m a something-cal unicorn” phrase. For the life of me, I cannot figure out what the unicorn is saying. Yesterday as we rode to the store, I turned down the radio and sang “I’m a PRACTICAL unicorn” to see what sort of response I would get.
Meredith: No. I’m a BEAUTIFUL unicorn.
Me: I don’t think so. I’m a FUNCTIONAL unicorn?
Meredith: That doesn’t make sense. I’m a FESTIVAL unicorn?
This morning, Harper rode in on the unicorn singing the most perfect interpretation ever.
“I’m a testicle unicorn.”
Testicle it is.