Poor little rat....

So Monkey loves to watch the Pixar movies. Nemo and Monsters Inc. are in heavy circulation (replacing, thank the G*ds above, the dreaded Elmo and his insipid voice. *shudder*). We don't always watch them, or even watch very much, but she LOVES the Crush the turtle in Nemo and Boo in Monsters.

So, the other night we decided to try out another of our favorites - Ratatouille. You know, with Remy the rat that cooks. In Paris. If you haven't seen it, it is a wonderful little story, and not really for kids!

Which, oh, we kind of realized the hard way.

See, at the beginning, Remy and his thick-witted brother are raiding the kitchen of a little old lady in an attempt to find saffron. And, the little old lady wakes up....and starts shooting at them with her shotgun.

The rats are fleeing in terror, scrambling around the kitchen, swinging from the chandelier, and this tough old lady just keeps on shooting.

And then I hear Monkey whimpering. Saying no mice, no no, oh no mice. I look at her and see a look of abject horror on her face, and (cue feeling like the worst mommy EVAH)....tears in her eyes.

We paused the movie, and kept reassuring her that Remy was ok. I don't remember if we fast forwarded to a section showing Remy alive and well or not, but I do remember wondering if this was the sort of thing that would scar her/stick with her for a while. The guilt, it starts so early!