Anyone who knows me will tell you that I'm a Disney girl. Theme parks, movies, music, I love it all. Of course, I am trying to brainwash, er, pass down my love of Disney to my children. We watch the movies, we sing the songs, and last year we took our son to the theme parks for his first trip (baby went along too, but she was in the "cheap seats", aka my uterus).
My son has the cream of the crop of Disney movies at his disposal. The 60's era musicals like Mary Poppins, the animation renaissance films like The Little Mermaid and Aladdin, and of course, Disney-Pixar genius like Toy Story and Cars. So which of these incredible films are we currently watching?
The Goofy Movie.
What, you didn't know that in the 90's, Disney decided to make a feature length film about Goofy, making him more "relevant" by giving him a skater punk son named Max, who's ultimate dream is to be a (brace yourself) Tevin Campbell-esque boy-band singer? With the voice talents of Pauly Shore (God, what wasn't he in in the 90's?), and Jenna Von Oy (aka Sixx from Blossom)? Where have you been?
I kid, of course. I had no idea that this masterpiece existed either. Then I went into labor with my daughter, and Grammy and Poppy took my son to Best Buy and let him pick out any movie he wanted as a special treat. Here's a question, which is more painful, pushing a 7 pound human out your hooha, or watching the Goofy movie 4 times in a row (as we did on Tuesday when we were home sick)?
The answer is labor, but that is because now that I am no longer pregnant, copious amounts of alcohol make Goofy much funnier.
Just kidding.
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He gets his genes from you. Every movie I picked he already had. So if he wants Goofy, he gets Goofy. Poppy can't say no to him.
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