Friday, April 20, 2007

Pleased to meet you

My nephews are here for a few days. They came to work with me today, which worked ok. I decided to treat them to seeing Meet the Robinsons. In the hours before the film we came home, took care of the dogs, and I balanced my checkbook. The boys were hanging around, playing with the dogs and asking me questions. "Do you remember your old house?" one asked me. "Which one?" I asked. "The big one. The one we heelped Grandma clean." Then one asked me why Uncle Tim died. I believe in honesty, but I didn't want to scare the boys. I said he was sad, and angry, and sometimes people feel depressed and feel like they have no one to talk to. Then I told Will, the 9 year old, that I would talk to him about it when he was older. He asked me if Tim lied down on the couch and died, since sometimes that happens. "No," I said. "He just decided that he didn't want to live anymore." "Well," Will said, "That was his choice." Hm. Perceptive.

Meet the Robinsons was Disney-filled propaganda but I actuallly liked the mesaage. I thought of my mother though, who was petrified of Song of the South as a kid. Has Disney come very far?

1 comment:

CBK said...

Holy crap, that's hard stuff to talk about with kids.