The Scene: Yesterday, my new girlfriend’s place. We’ve been together for about two months. She has a 10-year-old daughter. I have no kids of my own.
Daughter is online and comes across the video Kiwi!. I happen to notice this before she hits play.
Me: “Hey, I’ve seen this, it’s pretty cool. Kinda sad ending though.”
Me: “Just watch it.”
We watch the video. There is enough background noise that the thud at the end is inaudible.
Daughter: “I don’t get it. Why is that sad?”
Me: “Well, the kiwi can’t fly, so he fulfilled his life-long dream by setting up that cliff and jumping off, to pretend he was flying. What do you suppose happened when he got to the bottom?”
Daughter: “You mean he DIED?!”
Daughter: <commence half-hour bawling session>