We'll Meet Again In The Afterlife
Tyl lost a dear friend yesterday. The poor little guy was inconsolable, crying his eyes out, shouting out the pain. He went through all stages of grief in a matter of minutes: pain, anger, denial, bargaining and then back to tears again. Time and again he came to me to ask why this loss, only to rebuke me when I tried to explain and comfort him.
Better get a new DVD player soon, otherwise we're going to have this scene every freaking time he wants to see Miffy.