Lex and I were driving, just the two of us, the other day, and he mentioned to me that a new, live action version of Charlotte’s Web is in the works.
"Really?" I said. "I hope they don’t mess with it too much. That’s one of my favorite kid’s books."
"What do you mean, mess with it?" he asked.
"You know; I hope there aren’t any poop jokes and other garbage to try and make it funny."
From there we had a fairly heated discussion about whether or not poop and fart jokes make things funnier. Lex really and truly believes that any story, even Charlotte’s Web, is better with, well, a little excrement.
I’m just crushed. I feel like popular culture has swooped in and erased all those times that I read him thoughtfully and skillfully written books, doing my best to show him how much better the good stuff can be. He loved Charlotte’s Web when I first read it to him, and I remember how we both cried at the end.
I know this is the time where the opinions of his peers are becoming so all-important. I know that I’m going to blink and he’ll be a teenager with opinions radically different than mine. I just have to figure out how to not let that bug me.