A couple of weeks ago I was strolling through Wally World and walked by the children's books section (currently my level of reading). So I decided to buy a armload of 'em cause my boy likes for me to read to him so much.
Anyway, I got home, whipped one out and begin to read.
It was 3 little pigs and the big bad wolf.
Everything was fine until the part where he couldn't blow down the brick house.
At that point he sat down on a old log and began to cry. The pigs came out, hugged him, and told him that they knew something he could use his amazing talent for. They took him to the local carnival and he started blowing up colorful balloons for all the children. He was no longer the big bad wolf. He is now the big glad wolf.
I was stunned.
If I remember correctly, the big glad wolf climbed on top of the house and slid down the chimney into a pot of boiling water.
I won't even get into how Pinocchio ended.
Lesson: Read them before you grab a assload of 'em and brainwash your child. It's too late for me, he gets real pissed if I don't read to him. I've got to get some real books.