I saw Where the Wild Things Are this weekend.
It was heartbreaking, beautiful, and wonderful.
It was perfect in every way except this is not a movie for young children. My mistake. I sat completely riveted to the screen, while my little guys were bored and confused - wondering what happened to their bedtime story. How did it get so heavy?
Sorry little guys. Maybe in fifteen years or so you will learn to love this weird movie your mother insisted on seeing. Maybe one day you will know why she cried.
Here's a new addition to the shop..........