We found this on On Demand (and she will tell you it's on On Demand--she knows) on the digital cable. I thought it would be fine--it's Veggie Tales, after all--but there is something scary in this little movie.
At one point in the movie, one of the veggie wannabe pirates decides to give up on their mission and stay in a cave that the three of them had happened upon, because the cave is filled with cheese curls. It so happens that this is the veggie's favorite snack food, and he figures staying there with a lifetime supply of his favorite snack is better than facing the danger and near-impossible tasks ahead of them.
After his two friends forge ahead without him, he picks up a cheese curl to take a bite. It turns out that the cheese curls are not what they seem--they are vicious, biting little things that have no eyes, ears, limbs, noses--just cheese curl bodies and giant teeth in their mouths. They turn on the veggie and start chasing him, trying to eat him. They are creepy, mean little things, and they chase him even across the ocean to another island.
Needless to say, they sure creeped Katy Rose out, and I scrambled to come up with a way to soften their image. So I started calling them "little guys" and downplayed their mean actions as best as I could. Now that the "Toddler Repeat Syndrome" is in effect and she has watched it a number of times, I think she's okay with the little guys now.
Here's the part where I make a very lame transition to something horribly off-topic... Speaking of the TRS (Toddler Repeat Syndrome), Katy Rose has a serious case of TRS as it relates to her nose. Specifically, sticking her finger up there and digging around. Whenever she gets something, no matter how small, she insists I get it off her finger with my fingers. We're in Tissue Training right now.
She's actually getting decent at blowing her nose into a tissue. The main problem we have with blowing her nose is when she does it without a tissue. Yes, I have been the unfortunate victim of a direct hit from a snot rocket.
Someday, when she's all grown up and behaving like a big girl, I won't have to worry that she'll create the same first impression as she did with some people last week. She won't say hello, tell them her name and how old she is, and then stick out her index finger and tell her new acquaintance, "I got a booger."
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