well, a week then

'Kay, I know I said I was gonna be good and absent for the rest of C-Week (today) and wedding weekend, but I had to link to this post because it is so in sync with how I want to raise my kids. I want them to grow up literate and literary, selecting their insults from great literature; I want them to be lovers and believers; I want them to grow up with fairies in their gardens. And they are going to read J.M. Barrie before they are even aware that Disney made a movie out of Peter Pan.

I do love Disneyfied Pan, mind you. (I love almost everything Disney. Except Orlando; that's definitely one thing Disney that I do not love.) I love the Peter Pan ride at Disneyland and I consider an hour and a half's wait a very reasonable exchange for a 130-second trip over London and through Neverland. My brother learned to work the VCR when he was four or five and "Peter Pan" is one of the videos we watched till it was totally warped, and then he learned how to adjust the tracking.

Anyway, I have no idea what this new Tinkerbell movie is all about - I don't know about the powers that be giving the famously speechless coquette a voice - but anything that brings together Mae Whitman and two actresses named America, well, has to be interesting.