This afternoon I took the twinkies (and John) to see Cars 2. I might have told them it did not come out until today in an effort to avoid the throngs of germ infested children opening week.
I took a little nappy poo. Totally worth the $7. Totally.
When I woke up I had a moment of realization with Jackson.
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So, I woke up, wiped the drool from the corners of my mouth and checked to make sure all my boys were still alive. I think I missed about 45 minutes. We were at the final scary moments with Tow Mater hanging in a clock tower, desperate to find a way to save Lightening McQueen. (Or, as he’s known around here Lightening The Queen.)
I looked at Reese and he was nervously shoving handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. I peeked at Jackson and he was panicked.
PANICKED.
He reached out and grabbed my hand.
It occurred to me that he was genuinely worried about Mater and Lightening The Queen. Worried that Mater might actually get crushed in the clock tower and Lightening might explode. Scared. They’re real to him.
He hasn’t seen every animated film made in the last 15 years. Twice.
He doesn’t know that the main characters are always ok. He doesn’t know that even though Cars 2 is only an average movie, there will be a Cars 3. It’s already written and budgeted.
I could see the concern on his little face. Feel him clutching my hand tighter as the pace picked up and the danger got closer. He loves Lightening The Queen. He loves Mater. He honestly did not know if they were going to survive.
He didn’t know and he was scared.
Poor little guy.
It reminded me of John when he was about this age. At dinner one evening we asked he and Taryn what they wanted to be when they grew up. Taryn said she wanted to be either a teacher or a singer. John said he wanted to be a Jedi Knight. Dallas said, “no, really what do you want to be?”
John replied, “I want to be a Jedi Knight.”
“Come on John, you can’t be a Jedi Knight. Star Wars isn’t real.”
John burst into tears. He was inconsolable. He really wanted to be a Jedi Knight, just like Luke Skywalker.
He did not know that Star Wars wasn’t real.
Poor little guy.
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