It was not very long ago that I realized that my boys had never seen the Wizard of Oz. I also didn’t realize how much of my every day vernacular this movie had affected.
Chasing the boys around the house saying, “I’ll get you, my pretty” had much less meaning without knowledge of the Wicked Witch of the West.
When the boys spill, and some of it gets on me and I say, “I’m meelllllting” didn’t have nearly the same effect.
The movie has been on television a lot lately, so I recorded it one evening, hoping that they boys would sit through it, if only once. It was bit of struggle, but I did manage to convince them to watch the movie. To my surprise, they have watched it every day this week. It warms my heart to see my boys enjoying something that I enjoyed when I was a child.