My daughter has such a compassionate heart. Every time Philip or I make an exclamation of any form we're immediately met with the question, "You ok?" "You ok, Mommy?" "You ok, Daddy?" And if you look in her face at that very moment you will see wide, inquisitive eyes earnestly waiting to hear confirmation that everything is, indeed, ok.
Thus, you can imagine her distress upon viewing Home Alone for the first time last night. In scene after scene she witnessed these poor men being injured by that mean little blonde-haired boy. When Harry runs to thrust his flaming head in a pile of snow we heard, "He hurting!" When Marv struggles to gain his balance on an icy stairway - "He stuck!" But when he finally gains control of his feet: "All better!" And when both men wriggle along a suspended rope which is then cut by the mischievous Kevin we hear, "They fall!" The whole time her eyes barely leave the screen as she looks for assurance that everyone will be ok.
I decided we'll watch the sequel after she goes to sleep. I'm just not sure her tender little heart can handle it.
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