The Black

Pete and her BFF had a sleepover this past weekend (BFF came here). They watched The Black Stallion, which Pete got for Christmas. Have you seen it? It had been a while since I had. I had forgotten that the movie is kind of light on dialogue, which isn't necessarily a good thing when you're 6 and 7, so I was keeping an eye out for first grade boredom and was surprised to see that neither little girl lost interest. They watched were swept up in the whole movie. BFF even took it upon herself to explain the parts that she thought Lulu or I might not understand ("The ship is tipping over." "The horse is going to save him." "There was a storm. That's why the ship tipped over."). I was worried for a moment because there is potential for the movie to have a very sad ending, and I wasn't sure how my not-quite-emotionally-savvy 7 year-old would handle that, but it didn't. But here's the thing: She cried anyway! Moomie, she's got it too! That Super Empathy you and I share, you know? Poor kid. I've learned to squelch mine because Husbandguy just laughs at me, but she broke down when the credits finished and crawled into his lap and he hugged her and rubbed her back and didn't laugh at all. What, you ask, did I do? I left the room. Seriously. Because it breaks my heart to see my girls honestly emotional (crocodile tears don't get to me), and I had to busy myself seeking out a pillow for BFF so I didn't get all weepy too. She said she liked the movie, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to watch it again, but I bet we do...