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We watched Super 8 last night and it was pretty good, except...
the mm, 7, was SO FREAKED out by the zombie in the kid's film she was crying inconsolably and insisted we leave the house. We went out for a walk and she was running from the place like it was on fire with hungry wolves being held back by the flimsiest of leashes. After a long walk she still didn't want to go home but I finally convinced her. We watched Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium in hopes of displacing the 5 seconds of zombie. Sort of worked but she had to sleep in my bed and before she fell asleep she asked if her brother was going to be safe, all alone, in his room.

Holy crap. It was the cheesiest zombie ever and she's seen MIB a few times, tons of other crap much worse, but the zombie really scared her. Maybe because it was a kid zombie.

Anyway F- for dad's parenting skilz this weekend.