A slice of Violet pie, please

So, let it be known that I am a huge fan of all that is right with Tim Burton. The man is off the wall and slightly twisted, which just makes for damn good movie making. Now I realize that not all of his films are prize worthy. Mars Attacks! or Cabin Boy come to mind. But, generally the man makes some good flicks.

As it turns out, my two-year-old son also likes some of the Burton strips. In particular, he's been known to stare transfixed during the Nightmare Before Christmas. And he also consumed an entire bag of popcorn during a viewing of the Corpse Bride.

A few days ago, I decided to rent Burton's newest, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. As it so happens, I'm also a fan of Johnny Depp. Basically, he could lay on a plate and I'd watch it. He's so sexy, in that great un-washed sort of way.

I assumed Nathan would love it -- candy, bratty children, and don't forget the Oompa Loompas.

We made it to the part where Violet turns violet before he let out a bloodcurdling shriek and demanded that I turn it off. I was a little dumb founded. I explained that it was just pretend, but he did not give a shit. He jumped off the couch and ran over to the TV and turned it off himself. Then he proclaimed that he "didn't like that fat girl!"

Two days later, he's still asking why that girl turned into a bwubewwry. The Corpse Bride had a worm that lived in her eyeball, and he loved it! The kid is an enigma.

Just as a side note, my friend Kris is freaked out by Oompa Loompas. No, seriously, she can't even stand to listen to the songs. So of course, I like to bring it up every chance I get.

Don't look Kris!