As a parent, I must do unpleasant things from time to time...wipe snotty noses and dirty asses, clean up puke, remove pieces of French Toast from my daughter's nose...and watch Disney movies.
Oh Disney...I should have known better...
3 years old is a very important age. 3 years old is the earliest at which a child can actually be expected to sit down and watch a film, from beginning to end. That being said, even though my son just turned three, he doesn't yet seem inclined to sit down an watch an entire movie from beggining to end - not even his two favorites - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and The Wizard of Oz. Regardless, we (okay, my husband more than me) have been making an effort to make more family programming available to our son.
Bruce Campbell + old Disney movie from the 60s = what the fuck?
That blue thing is EVIL.
Pure, unadulterated evil. I went to see Episode II a couple of weeks ago, and as I was walking down the hallway of the lobby, I swear that little bastard tried to jump out of the poster and get me. All sweet and innocent as you walk by, but then just as you pass...HOLY SHIT...here come the claws!