Fantastic Mr Clooney

I mean Mr Fox, of course. Isabel was invited to a classmate's birthday party this afternoon - it was actually a joint party, and they took the whole class to see Fantastic Mr Fox at the local theatre (which also, rather confusingly, occasionally doubles as a cinema). Our darling girl has a tendency to get very involved in movies and usually gets quite frightened, mostly because she's so worried that things won't work out right. We tried to pre-empt any problems by reading her the book first, so she'd know that the story works out in favour of the foxes (sorry if that's a spoiler for anyone!), and I decided that I'd offer my services and selflessly see the movie with the kids.

OK, the truth - I LOVE going to the movies, and was very keen to go, I'd have elbowed several children out of the way if need be. And it was a great movie - George Clooney suitably smooth and charming in the title role, and Meryl Streep also very good as his wife. I think it was actually more of an adult's movie than a kid's movie, but they all seemed to enjoy it. And, true to form, Isabel ended up in my lap about three quarters of the way through, so I was glad to be there.

I forgot - she was actually in tears even before the movie started. I'd sent her along with six fun size of bags of Maltesers which I had left over from Christmas - I thought she might like to share them with her friends. And share them she did - so generously that she ended up with nothing, and then looked at me with tears in her eyes when I asked if she had any left for herself. I had to go out to the foyer and grab a tub of Minstrels which we split with one of the other mums, who also has a daughter who gets rather too involved in movies for her own good! It was very cute, but left me worried that she'll be such an open person when she grows up that she'll continuously be getting her heart broken. Oh no, now I'm the one in tears!