The Fox and the Hound.

Eli watched The Fox and The Hound in his room last night. I had no idea, as he picked a movie to watch from his stack and was in bed. I was in my room watching television and unloading my camera myself. All is well and quiet in our house . . . until I hear sobbing - SOBS I tell you - coming from Eli's room. I call him in our room to figure out Just What Is Going On and he can't even tell me for all the tears and hiccuping and all out, well, Sobbing.


All we could get out of him was The fox had to go back to the woods followed by even more tears and crying and the statement and I can't make my crrryyyying sttttooooppppp and these tennis shoes aren't heeeellllppppping. Have I mentioned that I love his still calls tissues tennis shoes? Ahem. We finally got the tears - and the movie! - stopped. Put in something much happier (Strawberry Shortcake!) and called it a night, with the assurance that the movie ends with happily ever after and that we promise the fox will be okay.

David said he isn't sure what is worse: Eli watching The Fox & the Hound or me watching Green Mile. After last night? I'm not sure myself!