After the mean step-sisters rip Cinderella's dress to shreds she runs into the garden and cries on a bench.
I glance over at my little buddy Drew, and his lip is quivering.
"Mommy, Cinderella is sad?"
"Yeah, buddy. But, wait a minute, she will get happy."
sniffle, sniffle. "Ok."
Is he the cutest sweetest little thing?