Here's the thing, though. There's something monumentally unfair afoot here, and it's something that sneaks up on you and you don't expect. Hollywood producers are sneaky bastards, and they've done something that I never expected and wasn't warned about. It took me completely by surprise.
Nobody told me that I'd be weeping like a schoolgirl with a broken heart over the TV shows and movies my kids watch.
It's true. I can admit it. Now, I've always cried during Dumbo. Even as a child, I cried during the scene where his mother rocks him from inside the jail car and the song "Baby Mine" plays. But then I grew out of watching kids' TV, and I was spared watching that stuff. Now I'm back to watching all of these shows, and whoa. If Dumbo were the end of it, that'd be fine. But no. Oh no. Disney just can't leave it at that. And the people at Pixar are flat-out sadistic. I think they ENJOY making us weep like sniveling little bitches. At the very least, they've got some kind of backdoor deal with kleenex. I have yet to see a Pixar movie where I didn't leak from the eyes at some point during the film. Hell, I didn't make it 5 minutes into "Up" before I was blubbering all over the place.
But I'm certain there are psychologists employed at Disney who are specifically hired to determine how to yank the heartstrings of
Charlie, 3, turns around to me and says "Mommy, are you sad?"
No, honey. Mommy's not sad. Mommy's just a victim of Disney's corporate tear factory for parents. That's all.
Can't wait for Wreck-It Ralph. *sigh*