The mailman brought me a little red envelope from Netflix yesterday. Inside was none other than The Wizard of OZ. I curled up with R., on my bed, and popped in the disk.
I just love this movie, like I'm sure so many do. Thankfully I've seen it before, because my chatterbox daughter, just talked and talked through the whole movie. She asked question upon question.
During the last scene, right before the Wicked Witch eats it, R. jumped up on her knees. Dorothy, The Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, and The Scarecrow were running through the Witch's castle. They were being chased by The Guards, the Flying Monkeys, and The Witch.
R. jumped off the bed, and standing, mesmerized by the images on the television, began to jump up and down, frantically. She does this when she is excited. She just can not contain herself.
"Mommy, why doesn't the Tin Foil Man just get her?"
"What honey?" I asked, as she was talking a hundred miles an hour.
"Why doesn't the Tin Foil Man just use his axe?"
"For what?" I asked, knowing full well what she was thinking, I giggled. She is just SO dainty.
Then, as she was jumping up and down, she yelled, "AXE HER! AXE HER!!"
Dorothy then proceeds to throw the bucket of water on The Witch. The Witch melts.
"Water? HUH? The axe would have been faster!"
Oh boy. She seriously scares me sometimes.