Concerned/Proud?
Oct. 6th, 2011 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_slinkyMolly and I were wasting time today waiting for our electricity to be restored (we and a good chunk of Woodinville were without power for 2.5 hours this afternoon) , so we decided to visit the Spirit Halloween Store in the old Totem Lake Mall. Molly loves Halloween, she loves costumes, hey why not?
I'd say that at least 50% of the store, right in the very senter of the store to be exact, is comprised of some very elaborate and horrifically gory stuff. Life-size animatronic Zombies, Ghouls, Ghosts, Vampires and other assorted Monsters are a big thrill to see all set up for display right along with dismembered tortured heads, torsos, bloody clowns, giant rats and other horrors. All this stuff that now costs $20 to $30 a pop is more complex and realistic than anything I ever saw in any Horror film made before 1998!
At first, Molly did some very cheesy Scooby-Doo type of cowering behind my legs, like she knew it was all fake and was kind of mocking it or at the very least going along with the joke. "AHHH DADDY LOOK IT'S A M-M-M-MONSTER!!!" Yes, she did a fake, cartoonish stutter for effect :)
I tried to get her away from the gory stuff just in case she was *really* frightened, taking her over to look at the hats or the sunglasses or the toy swords, but she just kept going "Uh huh, that's a cool hat Daddy = Hey, lets go push the button that makes the giant rat eat the zombie again!"
I could not pry her away from the gory stuff!
I tried to tell her that it was yucky and gross and it would really hurt if that stuff really happened to anybody and she said "I know, Daddy, but it's not *real*, it's just toys".
Is there a word that means both "Deeply Concerned" and "Kinda Proud" at the same time? Like the way you feel if your kid gets expelled for beating the tar out of a bully? 'Cuz that's how I feel about this...
Also, side-note: One of the few times I was able to get her away from the Gore Section and in to the little girl costumes, there was a little boy there in the girls section, maybe two or three years older than Molly, telling his Mom "We need to leave, Mommy... my heart is afraid of this place" and MOLLY ROLLED HER EYES AT HIM! She remained silent, which is good, because I was pretty sure she was going to say something like "Oh puh-LEEZ! I'm a 5-year-old little girl and even *I* have more balls than you! SACK UP, SON!"
Again, I *need* a word that means Deeply Concerned combined with Kinda Proud... I have a feeling I'm going to need that word many, many times in Molly's life...
I'd say that at least 50% of the store, right in the very senter of the store to be exact, is comprised of some very elaborate and horrifically gory stuff. Life-size animatronic Zombies, Ghouls, Ghosts, Vampires and other assorted Monsters are a big thrill to see all set up for display right along with dismembered tortured heads, torsos, bloody clowns, giant rats and other horrors. All this stuff that now costs $20 to $30 a pop is more complex and realistic than anything I ever saw in any Horror film made before 1998!
At first, Molly did some very cheesy Scooby-Doo type of cowering behind my legs, like she knew it was all fake and was kind of mocking it or at the very least going along with the joke. "AHHH DADDY LOOK IT'S A M-M-M-MONSTER!!!" Yes, she did a fake, cartoonish stutter for effect :)
I tried to get her away from the gory stuff just in case she was *really* frightened, taking her over to look at the hats or the sunglasses or the toy swords, but she just kept going "Uh huh, that's a cool hat Daddy = Hey, lets go push the button that makes the giant rat eat the zombie again!"
I could not pry her away from the gory stuff!
I tried to tell her that it was yucky and gross and it would really hurt if that stuff really happened to anybody and she said "I know, Daddy, but it's not *real*, it's just toys".
Is there a word that means both "Deeply Concerned" and "Kinda Proud" at the same time? Like the way you feel if your kid gets expelled for beating the tar out of a bully? 'Cuz that's how I feel about this...
Also, side-note: One of the few times I was able to get her away from the Gore Section and in to the little girl costumes, there was a little boy there in the girls section, maybe two or three years older than Molly, telling his Mom "We need to leave, Mommy... my heart is afraid of this place" and MOLLY ROLLED HER EYES AT HIM! She remained silent, which is good, because I was pretty sure she was going to say something like "Oh puh-LEEZ! I'm a 5-year-old little girl and even *I* have more balls than you! SACK UP, SON!"
Again, I *need* a word that means Deeply Concerned combined with Kinda Proud... I have a feeling I'm going to need that word many, many times in Molly's life...
