After taking a pretty bad fall and bumping his skull, my nephew Elijah wasn’t in the mood for play time anymore. After getting babied for a while, his restless spirit decided he was tired of the same old cartoons, went over to the DVD shelving unit, demanded it be opened, and began pulling out my options for his entertainment. So began the Pixar marathon. He was mesmerized by two whole movies about talking toys, so much so he needed a break (nap time), then was in a trance as an ant saved his colony, and two monsters saved a little girl.
I had forgotten how much I loved all these movies, call me juvenile, but Pixar has never let me down. Who wouldn’t love Woody, Buzz, Dot, Flick, Boo, and Mike Wazowski? Besides, if anyone makes fun of me, I can fall back on my raging hormones excuse. Elijah better want more Pixar tomorrow, because he’s watching The Incredibles, Finding Nemo, and Ratatouille whether he wants to or not.