I was thinking this week that I'd have to go borrow someone's child so I can go see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. C'mon, John Cleese is the narrator and Craig Ferguson is Owl! How could I not see it?
But still, I am embarrassed to go by myself. Mr. RK said, "Perhaps my mother will go with you."
One of my volunteers at work assured me that it's "for children AND adults."
Yeah. Adults that have children!
I have a secret. I love the old-time, sticky-sweet children's cartoons/books. Winnie the Pooh, Little Bear, you know the stuff.
I love it because it's so, well, sweet! Peaceful, sometimes funny, but not in a mean way. Today's kids' books seem to be, for the most part, 1) crass, 2) insulting to the kids' intelligence, and 3) poorly written. Not all, but definitely some.
In fact, the only fiction I am comfortable writing is fiction for children. You may find this funny, given the fact that I talk like a sailor (except around my little siblings.) But I like recreating that kind of sweet happy place. That said, I should get off my ass and start submitting my book, right?
Anyhow, now you know my dark secret. This should be enough sweet stuff to last you with this blog until 2012.
PS The cat in this lolcat looks just like our Earl Grey. But if we had even presented him with a Tigger outfit, he would definitely have killed us, just with his glare.
