It used to be that the nieces were scared of just about every single movie.

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They seem to have been recovering from that, so when they didn't immediately object to my plan of seeing Paranorman, I went ahead with it.

Bad. Idea. They were freaking out long before we got to any moment that was even a mile away from scary, and by the time the first even remotely scary part came up, we had to leave. Happily, the cashier was willing to give me a refund. Unhappily, I had lost my ticket. (And so embarrassing it was me instead of one of the girls!) Happily, I had somehow ended up with the second child's ticket and one of them had my adult ticket. With the refunded money we were able to go to a playground and pick up dinner instead of hurrying home so I could cook, and I'll just make tonight's dinner for tomorrow's lunch, so I guess that's all right.

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My parents purposely sheltered us from anything even remotely scary when it came to movies, but I had nightmares just from seeing previews to Nightmare Before Christmas as a kid. I didn't watch it until I was in my late teens because of this, and I was floored to discover that it actually wasn't frightening at all (or even gory, which my sister who had seen it as a kid had claimed.) So, I can kind of relate. It's not that things were overtly frightening to me in movies so much as the general tone, emotion, and look of things. Tim Burton pretty much has the formula down when it comes to scaring the hell out of six-year-old me.