I've had a pretty cruddy weekend -- most of it work-related, so I'll spare
you the details.  I use that as my defense for the following... :)

That "we are one" bit that Simba lay on Kiara is pretty heavy philosophy to
be dumping on a cub of her age.  It is no wonder she was confused.  I could
just picture what happened the next day...

Young Kiara came bounding into the den, breathless with excitement.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, "remember how you said I would understand when I was
older?"

"Understand what, pumpkin?" asked Simba, casting an uneasy glance in Nala's
direction.

"You know," enthused Kiara, "how we are one!  Yesterday you told me about
how we are one, and said that I would understand when I was older.  Well, I
was thinking about it this morning, and I think I understand now."

"Kiara, darling," said the lion, with a hint of relief, "I meant when you
are MUCH older.  Give it a year or two."  He reached out a massive paw and
pulled his cub in close.

"Simba, are you trying to stifle our daughter's rambunctious nature by
placating her with meaningless platitudes?" asked Nala, eying her mate with
a critical look.  Kiara struggled free from her father's grasp and said,

"Not meaningless, mom.  I think I know what he meant.  He was saying that
together, we are greater than the sum of our constituent parts.  There is
strength in unity."

Kiara's parents rumbled with gentle laughter for a moment before Nala spoke.

"Well, she's YOUR daughter."

Simba pulled the cub in close again, and bussed her ears with a gentle lick.

"Kiara," he said softly, "you understand a bit of it, but that's a very
childlike interpretation of a concept that is much more complex.  You only
have half of it.  Give it time -- when you are older, you will understand."

"I don't want to wait until I'm older!" protested Kiara.  "Why can't you
just tell me now?"

Simba gave a comradely wink, and rumbled,

"Gives you something to look forward to.  Now run along and play."

With a forlorn sigh, the little cub turned and walked slowly toward the
entrance of the den.  She stopped short when another question came to her.

"When Great Uncle Scar attacked you on the promontory, was that argumentum
ad hominem?

"Yes and no," said Simba.  "You have to understand that your great uncle was
insane, and he had some pretty odd ideas about philosophy.  Now run along,
your mother and I need to yiff -- er, talk."

The cub understood a dismissal when she heard one, so she wandered out into
the warm afternoon to meditate on what she had learned.