This post seems so a propos given the turmoil I've written about in the past few days...
Two weeks ago, I took the girls to see the "Horton" movie at one of the Mega Malls here. Like most critics, I cringed for Theodore Geisel (Doctor Seuss) as I saw what happened to his original story... I think my pain was lessened by that fact that we watched it dubbed--and well-dubbed, in fact--and we didn't have to hear Jim Carrey's over-the-top antics.
In any case, the screenplay differed from the book in quite a few ways, one of them being that the tiny male creature who lives inside the microscopic "puff" that Horton saves now has 99 children. 98 girls and 1 boy. (Don't even get me started on how idiotic it is that his SON is the one with whom the father longs to connect, and the SON is the one who ends up saving their whole world. That storyline is NOT in the original, and clearly the writer of the screenplay doesn't have any daughters himself--or if he does, poor them).
99 children. That intrigued Natalia.
Natalia: Do you think we could have 99 children, Mommy?
Me: WHAT? (Calmed down). Hmm... What do you think?
Natalia: Well, we'd need a whole airplane to go visit our grandparents in America.
Natalia: But it could be really fun. You'd be pretty tired, though.
Natalia: Well, I just realized... What if all those other children were as loud as me and Katya?
Natalia: You'd be deaf and we'd really be in trouble. We love you too much to do that to you.
Moral of the story: Natalia decided not to ask for 97 siblings. Phew!