As Mr T grows, there are many new and exciting things that we are starting to do together as his ability to sit still for longer periods of time is getting better, and his comprehension is at the level of a 10 year old*, may be exaggerating slightly. However, one of my most favourite pastimes of late is indulging in a passion of mine with him that I now have very valid reason for doing on a regular basis, and that is watching movies. And when I say movies, I obviously don’t mean your run of the mill chick flick movies; boy meets girl, falls in love, chases girl, yadeyadeyada, bleurgh, predictable, bleurgh, but really good movies. And when I say good movies, I mean really good Disney movies, and really good Pixar movies and, just generally, really good classic children’s movies.
Take yesterday for example where, upon a trip to the library, I came across ‘The Snowman’ and nearly peed my pants with excitement. I haven’t seen that film in years and years, but just seeing the cover alone brought back memories of Christmases past where, in the UK, it was almost as traditional for us to all sit down as a family and watch this movie as it was to stuff ourselves with Xmas dinner and then slob out on the sofa with party hats askew and Grandad snoring in the corner. Back then it was a heart warming movie of pictures telling the story of a snowman and a little boy’s magical adventures, with a rather sad ending when said Snowman is melted the morning after the night before. And last night when I watched it snuggled up on the sofa with Mr T it was still a heart warming movie of pictures telling the story of a snowman and a little boy’s magical adventures, with a rather sad ending when said Snowman is melted the morning after the night before. However, as an adult I actually appreciated it for much more. I appreciated it for the fact that it is actually a beautifully illustrated story that comes to life with obvious emotion, despite being completely set to music, which is also really rather lovely.
Initially I did wonder if the fact that there was no speaking throughout the movie would cause Mr T some confusion/boredom, however, I needn’t of worried as, with his high level of intelligence and incessant and persistent questioning throughout, no stone was left unturned and he understood it
sort of completely! I am not too sure that; ‘What’s the snowman doing?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?, Is there a party?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?, Where has the motorbike gone?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?, Where are they going?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?, Where is his hat?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?, Where’s Santa?, Where’s the little boy’s Mummy and Daddy?*’, and ‘Is he going to bed now?’ added much to my experience, however, it was definitely nice to watch it through his eyes too and I think it is safe to say that this may be one to add to our ever growing collection of favourites.
*I don’t know why the whereabouts of ‘the little boy’s parents’ caused so much interest/distress but it really did!