An unexpected pleasure of having children: remembering the extent to which fictional characters reach into real life. See Metamorphosis. Or below.
We’re in the car, on the way back from the beach, listening
to the soundtrack to O Brother, Where Art Thou? In particular, “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow.” The car is otherwise quiet. Diana says, “You know, I always
sort of imagined that it was Eeyore who sang this song.”
If you're of a mind to, go and reread the truly excellent Winnie-the-Pooh. You'll see what she means (and have an excellent time while you're at it).