We’ve been through Alice in Wonderland. We’ve done The Wizard of Oz. At Christmas, it was The Grinch. Recently, Tinman dominated. These movies have permanent grooves indented into them from the laser in the DVD player from the kerbajillion times each of them have been played.
Eirinn, as with most kids, gets obsessed (obsessed) with movies and would watch them on repeat all day long, if she was allowed. Her current movie-crush is Bolt. We bought it for her the week it came out and it hasn’t spent a full day on the movie shelf yet. In fact, it hasn’t spent enough time out of the DVD player to cool down. Admittedly, it’s a very, very good movie. The first thousand times we watched it. Now, it’s still pretty good, it’s just lost its super awesomeness. But not for Eirinn.
Today we went to the Disney Store to return a birthday present that didn’t fit (poor Eirinn and her thick feet…) and exchanged shoes for…
drdrdrdrdrdr (that’s a drum roll; work with me here)
Bolt! And Mittens! Ahhhhhh!!! Super Awesome!
* Please excuse the disgusting mess in the background there. We’re going through some minor renovations in the kitchen and its entire contents have been vomited all over the breakfast table.