A Little John, A Little Nee

I can't believe Hannah likes home video shows so much. For the most part, I find myself cringing and empathizing with the poor people getting maimed and embarrassed. She just laughs. Of course, her dad's favorite scene in My Cousin Vinny is when the cocky defense lawyer addresses the court with a bad stutter, which is when I get up and go to the bathroom or get a drink of water; it's terrible.

So tonight she is laughing at the misfortunes of others, recorded for posterity on video, and last night she was crying almost hysterically at the calf-roping event while we were watching some rodeo documentary on tv. She was afraid the calves might strangle themselves (to death!) on the ropes. She also won't watch nature shows; too many animals eating other animals. But show a man getting racked or a woman sitting on a chair that breaks under her, and Hannah eats it up. *sigh* Fortunately, she only sees this show once in a blue moon.