Last night we let Alexander watch a couple of Christmas specials that were playing on CBC. We caught the last 5 minutes of "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" and "Frosty The Snowman"
Francine and I had to console the poor little guy at the moment when Frosty is found melted down to a puddle. The look on his face was complete devastation, and he was on the verge of breaking into tears as little Karen knelt on the floor weeping over her melted friend.
Fran kept tell him. "It's okay, it's okay. Santa is going to save him." But the little guy wasn't to be consoled until the moment Santa moved the magic Christmas snow outside and placed that hat upon his head again.
Interesting that my son wept (or came close to tears) at the same part that had always (and still does) make me all weepy. Of course, he's only 3. I have no good excuse; particularly since I've seen the cartoon several dozen times. It's kind of like that scene when E.T. dies -- sure, you know he'll come back to life, but man are those few minutes ever hard to bear.
It's a good thing he didn't see the entire "Grinch" movie because, like his father, he might have run screaming from the room, terrified of that evil Grinch character. Brr, that evil grin still gives me shivers . . .