Hocus Pocus

So, the "Hocus Pocus" mania continues, and in fact, the girls watched the movie TWICE yesterday.  I am SO ready for a "Hocus Pocus" break.  OMG.

Julia is still totally in love with the "Emily" character, despite the fact that this character utters ONE line in the entirety of the movie, and otherwise just sits silently in a chair while the witches suck out her soul.  Or her life force.  Or her youth.  Or something.

Julia is so in love with Emily that she has devoted her time to making ALL sorts of Emily artwork, including this wall shrine up in her bedroom:

It's not creepy to have pictures on your wall of a witch sucking the soul out of a child AT ALL.

Julia also remains OVERJOYED at the thought of being Emily for Halloween, to the point that she begged Auntie Shannon to do a google search for costumes.  Surprise, surprise, googling "Emily costumes" brought up nothing, but Auntie Shannon did find a Victorian white nightdress like Emily wears in the movie:

Julia is feeling heartbroken over the fact that I won't ICKMEDIACKLY order the nightdress, instead urging her to see if, when fall comes, she still wants to be Emily or has moved onto a new obsession.  She is utterly convinced that this is the costume for her, because, let's face it: if she goes out trick-or-treating wearing a white nightgown, EVERYONE will instantly know that she's dressed as Emily from "Hocus Pocus."  At any rate, I have convinced her to wait until Halloween is closer than 6 months away simply for the fact that we don't know what size she'll be wearing by fall, so for the time being she'll have to settle with decorating her wall with Emily pictures and writing "I wish to be Emily Binx" on blank pieces of paper in order to worship her new goddess.

AND...speaking of worship: Madeleine may be equally as insessed with "Hocus Pocus" as her big sister, but she at least is still making time for the other object of her interest:

Jesus.

On a totally different topic, Madeleine had a real stumper of a question for me on the way over to school this morning:

MADELEINE: Mom?  Where is that rainbow house?
ME: The rainbow house?  What rainbow house?
MADELEINE: No, can you TELL me?
ME: Tell you what?
MADELEINE: Where that RAINBOW HOUSE is?
ME: What rainbow house?
MADELEINE: No, can you TELL me?
ME: Well, let me see.  I'm not sure what house you're talking about.  Is it a house in Needham?
MADELEINE: Um...YES.

This began a Q&A in which I asked questions in order to figure out what rainbow house Madeleine was talking about, but alas, each question just led me to more questions, the answers to which did not clarify a thing for me.

Q: Is the rainbow house a real house?
A: Um...YES. 
Q: When did you see it?
A: YESTERDAY.
(like Julia at age 3, Madeleine uses the term "yesterday" to apply to ANY DAY that came before this current day)
Q: Is the rainbow house outside?
A: YES.  But Mama.  The rainbow house is made out of BLOCKS.
Q: It's made out of blocks?
A: YES.  And you took a picture of it.
Q: I took a picture of it?  Were we in the car when we saw it?
A: YES. 
Q: Did I get out of the car to take a picture?
A: Um...YES.
Q: And it's a real house?  Do people live in it?
A: Yes.  It's real.  But...it's a rainbow house made of BLOCKS.
Q: How big is it?
A: Um...FIFTY big.

Oh.  Fifty big.  Okay.  Got it.
I *still* have no idea what she's talking about.