In celebration of wonderful people who committed their lives to helping animals we have been watching a series of classics including "Born Free" and (unfortunately) "Gorillas in the Mist". I say unfortunately because in a moment of babysitting desperation I sat Minx down in front of this biographical film about Dian Fossey, while I ran my older daughter up to physical therapy. My son was in charge which was fine because I knew nether one of them would move if the movie was playing.
When I got back half an hour later, Minx was howling and the screen was filled with the image of a bloody white nightshirt and inert female arm. I had NO IDEA Dian Fossey was murdered!!! What a terrible, terrible mother. Of course my son was like, "Oh yeah, she's been crying the whole time." God forbid he should do something to alleviate the situation such as, oh I don't know, turning the film off!
Clearly, I will have to drag them both to PT next time.
And pay better attention to the things I let them watch. The best laid plans ...
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