So it has come to pass that I've been catching up on my princesses and Pooh Bear, making sure to fast forward through the "scary" parts. Namely, any scene that looks a little gray - Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty is blackish, some dude from a Barbie movie is a pallid smokey color, they won't even watch Mulan for fear of the unknown. Thus, it becomes not so much about what is going on that is scary, but the color factor.
This is best illustrated by the simple observation that the 3 year old loves heffalumps and woozles (for those of you who did not grow up watching the "Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh," heffalumps are the stuff of Piglet's and Pooh's nightmares, while woozles are just going along for the scary ride). She is not afraid of them because they are colorful. And they dance.Plus, there's the sweet innocence of knowing that if you don't want to see the bad stuff, you can just have your big cousin fast forward it. Dad's trying to break this habit, "Just hold on to my fingers," but it's Mom who has to spend all day with them.
Oh, to be young again...full stop. I threw away my remote control a loooong time ago.
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