THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE is one of my favorite childhood books. I love it so. I remember when I got the Chronicles of Narnia boxed set. I remember what the shelves of the book warehouse (back before those were common) looked like. It was with great excitement I started reading TLTW&TW to the little angel.

She was bored until Aslan made the scene. Of course, once Aslan shows up, everything gets good. Always.

Then we got to the scene with the Stone Table, and as I was reading, she looked up at me from where she'd been snuggled into the crook of my arm.

Her: "Are you CRYING?"

Me: "Yes. I love this part."

She gave me the long look that only a child on the edge of adolescence can muster: that mixture of shock, amusement and horror at what her previously esteemed parent is saying. Then she put her head back down and we kept going to the part where Lucy and Susan hear the table crack.

Me: (sniff)

Her: "Seriously?"

Me: "What? It's amazing. I love it. Aslan knew the deeper magic, and he came back."

Her: "ASLAN'S A ZOMBIE?"

Me: "Yes, you're right. He's a zombie, and I've failed at your literary education."

Her: "The ending is pretty good. I like this book."

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