I’ll make this short because I have to go to bed early because I plan to wake up super early tomorrow in order to drive to the beach and eat pumpkin pancakes.

I went and saw Where the Wild Things Are tonight.  It was good.  It was an odd film, as it took a book that can be read in 5 minutes and turned it into a 90+ minute feature film.

It was a strange emotional journey.  I laughed, I cried, and I’m still not completely sure why I did either.  It’s emotional, but I’m not sure why.  It managed to pull me in two completely opposite directions: into the role of a father-to-be and into the memories of childhood.

It was thoroughly enjoyable and I would heartily recommend it, but I feel a bit tongue-tied about actually describing what I liked about it.  Just go see it, I guess.  Then we can meet and discuss it by eating yogurt and toppings while nodding silently at each other.