A blog for my boy

Do you remember, when you were a kid, when a film or a show really captured your imagination?

Like when I was seven, I fell in love with The Little Mermaid, and had an ariel doll, and pretended to be a mermaid in the bath.

And when I was four I was convinced I was Lucy Pevensie (I was the youngest of 4 kids, and quite chunky, like in the BBC show) and spent a lot of time watching the show, reading the books, messing about in cupboards ...

But you know when you're life is all consumed by this story that's captured your imagination that you live and breathe it and can't last a day without refreshing the whole wonderful story in your mind?





That really pissed off your parents.

Case and point, my son. He fell in love with toy story a couple of weeks ago. He has to start his day with it, and end his day with it. His nursery have the songs on CD; I heard them when I picked him up yesterday. The fruit on sale in tesco's at the moment has a toy story book offer on it, so now I get asked for 'Buzz Odinge' and 'Woody Pear' instead of bog standard fruit (and that boy needs no more encouragement with eating fruit. He hits his 5-a-day before breakfast. I don't love his nappies). I've got him a woody doll for easter, but next time you're in a shop, check out the range of toy story eggs for sale - eggs alone. There's a bed spread and blanket too. Our tesco's is playing the first movie over and over, so I can't even escape it if I escape the house.

I'm toy story'd out. I used to love that film, but now ... the talking woody will be a mistake. I already know the quotes, but I'll hear them when the film's not on now.

But we've got a definite date to see the third film, the day before we leave for Florida (where, of course, we'll eat at Pizza Planet) and he'll probably take his woody to that. It's going to be his first cinema trip too. But that might drive me completely crazy. We'll see.