Maggie came with me to a meeting at my parent’s house the other night. She was going to choose a video to watch in the other room. The conversation went like this:
Maggs: Can I watch that amb… you know, the deer movie?
Me: You mean Bambi?
Maggs: Yeah, Ambi, I like that one.
I find this funny because if ever a mother bumped the line on too much Disney, it would be me. And here my daughter doesn’t even know who Bambi is. But honestly, the two classics I just can’t handle are Bambi and Pinocchio (hello, is anyone else a little creeped out by that one?!). That said, we all have Peter Pan and Jungle Book memorized.