Wallace and Gromit
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2011.02.15
Tonight we introduced Kenny to "Wallace and Gromit". The story revolved around a 'were-rabbit'. Kenny was scared.
We didn't know he was scared, mind you. Having time to watch only the first forty-five minutes, we sat through it with Kenny silently lost in what appeared to be rapt attention. It wasn't until we stopped the thing to break for bath time that Kenny started to tear up and tell us that he'd been scared of the big 'were-rabbit' the whole time. It hadn't been rapt attention so much as glued to his seat in overload.
I have a tendency to push the lad into things that are a bit over his head, I've noticed. Were-rabbit movies.Tobaggoning. Moving to a foreign country.