I just watched a wretched movie called “Beauty and the Beast: Belle’s Magical World” with Gracie. It’s a horrid attempt by Disney to further capitalize on the Beauty and the Beast franchise and the current Disney Princess craze.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s actually four wretched little, well, vignettes, I guess.
And you know what? I’ll bet I’ll watch at least a dozen more times in the next two months. This is the price you pay when your main movie-watching partner is three years old and a girl.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.