Tonight we let Sophie stay up late. The Planet Earth marathon was on, and we were all captivated by it. I didn't have to say anything to Lewis ... he was right there with me on the whole screw-bedtime plan that was unfolding. It was educational and cozy and just a special everyday moment.
Until an Arctic fox killed a snow gosling.
Sophie erupted in utter sadness before Lewis and I even realized what was happening. Then when I did realize what was happening I just held her as tight as I could, both of us trying to convince her that the geese babies were OK. "See them swimming with their mommy?"
I'm so sorry, sweet pea. After all this talk about growing up, we inadvertently let you grow up a little too fast tonight.
Oh God, I can really identify with this. We let Sigrid watch Beauty and the Beast over Christmas. And even though I FELT like it was a little too intense, it was cozy and I let her watch the whole thing. Then when it was over, she became completely hysterical. I think the whole thing just kind of scared her. She was obviously not ready for it and I totally put her in the situation. Very sucky feeling. At the same time, it's hard to predict what they're ready for. Plenty of almost three-year-olds watch Beauty and the Beast and plenty of almost four-year-olds probably watch nature shows...
Posted by: Amy | January 15, 2012 at 01:40 AM
I felt horrible. The previous shows had been totally benign and mainly about landscape. It totally took us by surprise.
Sophie loves her Beauty and the Beast book, so Lewis was going to take her to see the movie today (3D). Instead we rented Bambie from the library and I fast-forwarded through a certain part.
Thanks for helping me feel a little less sucky about it.
Posted by: ginny | January 15, 2012 at 05:30 PM