We’ve gotten into a habit of asking our girls, after watching a movie or doing an activity, “what was your favorite part?” When asking little girls this question you would expect to get sugar and spice and everything nice answers. We get slightly different answers. We don’t get, “I loved the princesses and I loved when she saved that cute little kitten and I loved when everything happened happily ever after.” We get, “I loved the bad witch and I loved when she destroyed the castle and I loved when everything went up in smoke.”
Latest example. We watched Groundhog Day recently (in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania by the way. That’s another blog post). When asked what her favorite part was Ashlyn quickly replied, “when he crashed in the fire.” Not even kidding. Out of the whole movie my kid’s favorite part was when Bill Murray’s character is trying to end his life.
Another example. We watched Enchanted recently. Ashlyn’s favorite part wasn’t seeing a fairytale princess in a beautiful gown or when they all magically knew the words to the same song and sang together in Central Park. Her favorite part was when the lady turned into the dragon and wreaked havoc on the ball goers.
Yet another example. We watched The Princess and the Frog recently. Ashlyn’s favorite part was when the Shadow Man’s shadows were chasing the frogs throughout NOLA. Not when the two get to be married or when Ray the lightning bug is speaking (anything he said was hilarious and he stole the show). The scariest part of the movie was her favorite. Mmmhmm.
I wish I could remember other examples. I should be writing these down, if anything to use as evidence when we have to seek counseling later in life.
I’m inclined and almost desperate to believe that she just remembers the most striking part of a movie, and that she doesn’t quite get what “favorite” means, and that in America you’re supposed to like the good parts and the happy endings. Lord help us. She’s only three.