Last weekend, I took my best girl to see the new Cinderella flick.  She had wanted to go to the Chihuly thing last weekend, but I put my foot down when it started dumping rain.  Cinderella was my counteroffer.  I actually enjoyed it quite a bit.  There’s a bit where Cinderella and the Prince bump into each other before the ball and have a bit of a philosophical discussion, which is what interests them in each other.  I’m sure the attractive footwear doesn’t hurt anything, but it’s the philosophy that triggers the initial spark.

Cinderella has bugged me for quite some time now.  The iBoo is enchanted with the tale, but whenever I tell it to her, I say things like, “And they lived happily ever after in an improbable relationship based entirely on footwear.”  We’ve also spent quite a bit of time discussing the difference between shallow relationships and meaningful ones, and how if she wanted to be friends with a kid just because he had a trampoline, that would be shallow, but if they were friends because he made her laugh and she had fun spending time with him, that would be more meaningful.  I’m generally not sure how much of any of this soaks in, but then there’s this part in the movie where the stepmother and stepsisters mess up her dress and she goes to cry in the garden, and the iBoo looks at me with this incredulous look on her face and she whispers, “It doesn’t look that bad, she could still just sew it.”  Possibly she was listening at least a little bit.