As a young aunt, I feel the need to show my niece and nephews as much fun as possible. That is until the responsibilities of having my own family comes along and I can’t afford it…but right now it’s all the fun, none of the mess. A part of that fun is introducing them to movies.
By movies I mean Disney…not “Children of the Corn” as my coo coo ca choo grandmother thought to be appropriate when my brother was five. THAT’S RIGHT! FIVE! (Note: Not LeMasters’ blood).
Well, the other night we headed over to my brother’s house to watch the kiddos. When we arrived, I was greeted by my nephew who pointed at me and said, “Marrying you!” Apparently this is because I take him to see all the cool, new movies that come out. At least that’s what he told my brother.
I thought it would be a fun night for us all to watch “Bolt.” Who doesn’t love a superhero dog? So I went to Target and picked it up. My niece told me that they had just watched “Bambi” and loved, loved, loved it. I thought…Wow! This will be a nice break from forest fires and dead deer moms.
Boy was I wrong! She hated it. It left her so upset. This of course led her to say to Nana, “Why does Auntie take us to see all these scary movies? In “Cars” they tried to blow up Mater! Why would they do that? Now this movie the dog almost dies!”
I can’t blame her. I mean when I was her age I was banned from watching “The Little Mermaid.” But, really, that crazy octopus lady…who wouldn’t be terrified of that? She was horrible! My mom had to call Disneyland before we went there to see if she was apart of the parades…I have sneaky suspicion that this phone call was faked.
I left feeling like my niece and nephew would be forever scared by these movies. That is until my brother wrote to tell me that my nephew was pouring salt on their dog in order to transform him into a superhero dog.
So…mission accomplished. It is my goal in life to know a superhero dog.
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