Every day, Alex has quiet time. During this wonderful time of the day, Abby takes a nap while Alex watches his pick of movie and I get to lounge around the computer and play Farmville. Pathetic, right? But I love this time of day and so do the kids. It's a nice break for us all. Yesterday, I picked through our dwindling VHS collection and found 'Elmo in Grouchland'. I showed him the case and he was excited to watch it. Seeing as it was an Elmo movie, I didn't think twice about letting him watch it. Um, hello? Elmo's a furry red puppet who's key audience is children under three years old. How could it go wrong? Well, in case anyone out there was wondering about that movie, I'd heard a few years back that this particular Elmo movie had a history of terrifying some kids. Mandy let her son watch it and he liked it so I figured, what the hay. I never actually let Alex watch it because of the abnormal reviews it got. It was about an hour into the movie and I was mindlessly blogging away at the computer when I hear Alex starting 'roaring' like a lion at the TV. (He sometimes roars at things that scares him. Don't ask.) About ten seconds later Alex lets out the kind of blood curdling scream that usually involves Abby's teeth and his skin making contact. Of course, Abby was nowhere near him and he came running at me absolutely horrified. Tears were streaming down his little cheeks and he was sobbing uncontrollably. He was pointing at the TV telling me that the movie was scaring him. I believe his words were, "The movie is scaring me! Turn it off! Turn it off! It's scaring me!" He threw his little arms around my neck in a kung-fu grip and refused to let go for the better half of an hour, sobbing all the while. Needless to say, that movie is going to a far away land called 'Library donation box'. I never thought I'd see the day when Elmo goes on the 'bad' list. He just went from friendly, furry, red puppet to scary, red devil doll. Sorry Elmo...but the moment your movies start mentally scarring my children is the moment we say farewell.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Bad Elmo
Every day, Alex has quiet time. During this wonderful time of the day, Abby takes a nap while Alex watches his pick of movie and I get to lounge around the computer and play Farmville. Pathetic, right? But I love this time of day and so do the kids. It's a nice break for us all. Yesterday, I picked through our dwindling VHS collection and found 'Elmo in Grouchland'. I showed him the case and he was excited to watch it. Seeing as it was an Elmo movie, I didn't think twice about letting him watch it. Um, hello? Elmo's a furry red puppet who's key audience is children under three years old. How could it go wrong? Well, in case anyone out there was wondering about that movie, I'd heard a few years back that this particular Elmo movie had a history of terrifying some kids. Mandy let her son watch it and he liked it so I figured, what the hay. I never actually let Alex watch it because of the abnormal reviews it got. It was about an hour into the movie and I was mindlessly blogging away at the computer when I hear Alex starting 'roaring' like a lion at the TV. (He sometimes roars at things that scares him. Don't ask.) About ten seconds later Alex lets out the kind of blood curdling scream that usually involves Abby's teeth and his skin making contact. Of course, Abby was nowhere near him and he came running at me absolutely horrified. Tears were streaming down his little cheeks and he was sobbing uncontrollably. He was pointing at the TV telling me that the movie was scaring him. I believe his words were, "The movie is scaring me! Turn it off! Turn it off! It's scaring me!" He threw his little arms around my neck in a kung-fu grip and refused to let go for the better half of an hour, sobbing all the while. Needless to say, that movie is going to a far away land called 'Library donation box'. I never thought I'd see the day when Elmo goes on the 'bad' list. He just went from friendly, furry, red puppet to scary, red devil doll. Sorry Elmo...but the moment your movies start mentally scarring my children is the moment we say farewell.
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