"Help. I'm lost."

nods. blows nose.

And

"I want to dance. I practised."

And

"This is Scrump. I made her, but her head is too big. So I pretend a bug laid eggs in her ears, and she's upset because she only has a few more days to..." (other kids have gone. Lilo throws doll down and storms off. Beat. Lilo comes running back and grabs doll up in her arms and hugs it like it's the most precious thing in the world and she can't believe she just did that. Argh! Am weeping as type! Am SUCH a bloody SAP! But it's that little rider that kills me.)

And

"This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken...but still good. Yeah. Still good."

blows nose again.

First Lilo kills me. Then she kills me again. Then Stitch kills me. Then he kills me again. God! (It struck me, this evening, that it was almost like reading hurt/comfort fic, in terms of the OMGPleaseMakeEverythingBetter! factor.)

I think it's in the pronunciation. It's tur(key)-ducken (duck plus chicken smooshed together).

No, I do get that. It just sounds unappetising. (I have the same reaction to shitake mushrooms, fwiw, but tend to stifle my inner 9 year old's sniggers of 'SHIT! It's called SHITake!' with fuddy duddy mutterings of 'well, it's a foreign word, and Johnny Foreigner hasn't been blessed with English as his first language')

Jilli loves the Lilo & Stitch but it upsets her so much that we hardly ever watch it.

"Help. I'm lost."

"This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken...but still good. Yeah. Still good."

So very much this. So. Very. This.

I haven't watched it since I moved here, because I did leave a large part of my family behind. I've found new family here in SF, and I have you peeps, but.... Still good.

Jilli loves the Lilo & Stitch but it upsets her so much that we hardly ever watch it.

It's not that it ... upsets me, it's just that I start crying during parts of it, and sometimes I don't feel like crying while watching a movie. But I do love it.

Poppycock. If it was a mere eye-weepage you wouldn't be so hesistant. It really gets to you, I can tell.

Maybe you need cheering up.

BEEP!

Did that help?

It's not that it ... upsets me, it's just that I start crying during parts of it, and sometimes I don't feel like crying while watching a movie. But I do love it.

nods furiously.

Yes. This.

In my first class here, I bought my kids lots of books for the classroom 'cause we didn't have any freaking reading scheme. And one of them was a wee Ladybird edition of Lilo and Stitch. And one of them was all 'read it to us, miss!', and I had to explain that I couldn't, because I would cry and cry and cry. (There are lots of poems I simply can't read to kids, even though they're very good, because they BREAK me.) Malak, my cleverest, most thoroughly splendid wee Hermione of a student, took great delight in chasing me around the room and reading the ending bit to me in an evil bid to make me cry.

Peev's evdorable.

OK, I can top y'all for Embarrassing Sap factor, on The Sopranos last week, Tony's boss, Johnny Sack, danced with his exceedingly homely daughter to "Daddy's Little Girl" and fucking killed me.cheap sentiment, and a dad awaiting trial on forty-two RICO predicates, but I still went for it...something about her being so plain, but yet her dad would just dare anyone to say his Allegra wasn't the most beautiful thing ever... strangest places I feel that particular deficiency. Sad when your dad is worse than a mob boss, but in the light of day? Silly, huh>

Did that help?

No, strangely. No! Don't try it again!

I want a cupcake. That would make my day better.

It really gets to you, I can tell.

Of course it does! Weird little girl and her pet monster!

Hey, Fay! So, I see you're unsure what you'll do if your boss refuses to let you come. I say come here, then couch-hop around the U.S. until it's time to fly to your new job.

Okay, it's not very realistic, but it is a GREAT idea.