Here is a conversation between me and my 8-year-old daughter, Moxie.
MOXIE: Ma, why are you so excited about seeing that movie Annabelle? What’s it about?
ME: Ah. Uh. It’s about….it’s about unicorns…and bunnies…and they are having a SNOWBALL FIGHT with MARSHMALLOWS. And the…uhm…marshmallows are made in a teeny, tiny factory run by SQUIRRELS.
MOXIE: Wow. Can I see that movie?
ME: Nah. It’s rated R.
I told her that was the movie because I couldn’t tell her the movie was about this:
Only now she keeps telling everyone “I can’t wait to see Annabelle! It’s going to be the best movie ever!”
Could someone please make the squirrel-marshmallow-factory movie so I can take her to that and not the real Annabelle movie? I can’t afford therapy for her until she’s at least in her teens.