My mom watched Andrew this weekend because I was in a wedding out of town and DH and I just took Elise (she's easy to take to a wedding -- Andrew, on the other hand, is not . . .).
Anyway, Andrew was obsessed with this book that used to be my brother's -- it was all about lightning and other weather phenomenons (it's made for middle schoolers but Andrew found it -- LOL). Anyway, after going through it like, 50 times with him, my mom asked if he'd like to watch a movie with a tornado, and he said, "um, yes!" (that's his latest thing, always saying "um" before "yes" even though there is no hesitation).
So, she puts in The Wizard of Oz. He was mesmerized. He didn't move or talk, just watched it. Finally, it came to the part where Dorothy says good-bye to the lion, the scarecrow, and the tin man. My mom looks over at Andrew and he has big tears running down his face and he says, "No! She doesn't wanna go home!" He was just sobbing.
Isn't that sad? Poor Andrew! I mean, it's sweet that he understands the emotions of it all, but so sad!!! At least my mom was there to comfort him. He did like the movie (and wasn't even scared of the flying monkeys -- he loved them!).