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So What If I Cried At Bambi?

Did you blub at Bambi?  Get Extremely Tearful over E.T?  Did you melt at the sight of The Snowman?  If the answer to any of these questions is 'yes', please look away now.

For many of us, the memory of crying over cartoons is as much soaked in nostalgia as the event itself was soaked in tears.  Now we've grown up, we're over our childhood cinematic losses.  Sure, there's always a few hiccups: Marley & Me may quiver a lip, but Disney's deer, home-phoning aliens and sweating snowmen no longer have the emotional pull as they once did.  But that's fine.  They were fundamental in our emotional development and we're now the better for it.  We can move on.    

And yet, there are two children in America who have been stripped of this basic human right.  The trauma of a tearjerker was one thing, but like any trauma, its aftermath should not - I repeat, should not - be filmed.  Parents are within their rights to tell an embarrassing story of how their young son wept during every episode of Animals of Farthing Wood (I'm not bitter), but when you record your child wailing uncontrollably after having watched Disney's new animation, in my book at least, you crossed a line when you clicked record.  It's surely one of the codes of parenting: when a child is crying, he or she should be consoled.  You do not take your children to see Disney's The Odd Life of Timothy Green and then do the following.  When these children grow up to be well-rounded adults, this video has the potential to be 10 times more embarrassing than a baby photo.  In fact, this is so embarrassing that it could even be used for blackmail!

However, the fact remains that this is still very, very funny.

(Please note: this is not for the faint-hearted.  And in the children's grief, they may have let some spoilers slip.)


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