Uncle Omer goes shopping

My sister's kids were the reasons DVD became a part of family vocabulary. (The younger daughter was 3 when she asked her grandmother to put her Barbie DVD "on"). Anyways, there was this whole kid's section in the Sadaf store in Rawalpindi. I had to pick three at least - one for each. There were ones I knew they had seen. There were others that were popular enough that I was sure they had seen. Spiderman. There was Spiderman! My own childhood favorite. I made sure everyone who visited saw it back then. Spidey was cool. There were the Turtles. They were "it." We had posters, stickers and what not. Then Jungle Book. Maybe show them what real stories were supposed to be. But then it came. A moment of wisdom. Why hadn't my parents fed me the classics. They could have forced us to listening Noor Jahan, Nayyara Noor and Farida Khanum but the didn't. The process of discovering them much later after having grown up listening to music of "our age" was much more enjoyable. Surely I could not let these kids miss that process. I settled for Winnie the Pooh, Bob the Builder and Adams Family. What THEY would have chosen. Okay, maybe not Adams Family, but Adams Family is cool.