Frozen Carrots

I’m a little embarrassed how much I like Frozen.  We bought the movie download on Friday and it’s been on whenever Jack is allowed to have a TV on.  I’m not sick of it yet. 

It’s not perfect – the plot has a lot of holes, the trolls look like early 90s cartoon characters, and it’s obviously geared for a Broadway adaptation.

But there’s a lot of goodness about it:

• The feminist slant on saving yourself without a man
• The first true love being false
• Josh Gad
• Broadway singer casting all around
• The costumes
• The rosemaling
• Oaken’s trading post
• Let It Go (I know, I know)
• The snowy clothing animation
• Jack quoting it
• Jack singing the love songs
• Jack asking me to make heart hands 

And now a new reason to love Frozen.  He asked me if we have carrots so we could eat them like Kristoff and Sven.  Egad, really?  He’s gagged on carrots when I offered them in the past. 

Jack has eaten seven baby carrots by the writing of this entry.  Yay, Disney!