‘Saw “Alice in Wonderland” last night with the kids.  I do not agree with twitterdom; I thought the film was great.  It resonated to a side of me that was reminded of intangibles we lose with age.  Of the loss of whimsy that comes with powerpoints, hypertension and car insurance.  It made me wonder why  I don’t practice my cartwheels* when I see open space anymore.  Why I don’t hold my breath when I drive over bridges.  Why I don’t get excited over Christmas or my own birthday.  When did all that happen?  Yes, methinks I may have lost my “much-ness”.

We watched the movie in 3D — a first for my three children.  Throughout the film, I noticed my 6-year old reaching out into thin air to touch what she was seeing through the magic of plastic glasses.  Perhaps, I did not need Tim Burton’s Alice and the prismatic imagery.  What I needed to remind me of my “Wonderland” has been in front of my very eyes.  Sporting a mohawk.

*Oh, wait.  I remember now.  80 pounds of belly fat.