…it’s because God and baby Jesus don’t like you and your whooping cough that never seems to go away despite the 30 different doctors we’ve visited, and also your bastard daddy who put me through a 17 hour labor only to find a year later that he only likes blonds, not brunettes like mommy is, then left me behind to deal with the $14000 braces to correct all your genetically fucked-up teeth that came from his side of the family while he moved to Key West and took up flute playing and selling pot to retired hippie vacationers. That’s why this movie is so sad, sweetie, that’s why it’s so sad.
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When you take your kids to “Where the Wild Things Are” and they ask why the movie is so sad, you say:
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That is so much better than my answer, “Because sometimes life sucks, so you just have to eat the barrel of the gun.”
This is the first thing I’ve read in 20 years that actually made me regret having a kid.
i miss you Poob.
OOPs! — I meant… made me regret NOT having a kid.
I don’t have a kid!
Phew.
Huh. And I was gonna go with “Because Spike Jonze is a wanker.”
I haven’t seen it. So I would just say like “I don’t know honey”.
I think I would leave it at “because your daddy moved to Key West to become a flaming wanker and butt-sex addict and your mommy moved to NYC to become a whore” but then again, I’m glad I don’t have any demon spawn wandering around and fortunately my brother hasn’t dumped his kids on me for more than a weekend.
Just drink your Kool-Aid and take a nap little jimmy. It will be OK soon.