A couple days ago, the youngest daughter came down the stairs sniffling and flung herself upon the couch in the family room. It was a very dramatic move... really coming into her southern roots.
The husband and I asked her what was wrong as the sobbing commenced. She sat up with tears running down her face and told us Bubba died. We asked her who Bubba was because we were clueless. She rolls her eyes as if we're both idiots (she inherited that from the teen) and explains, "You know - Bubba, Forrest Gump's friend that loves to eat shrimp. He died in the war and it was so sad."
It seems that one of her friends at school had mentioned how his momma cries when she sees the feather floating around at the end of Forrest Gump, which prompted our daughter to look for some movie clips on You Tube. Lo and behold, she ran across the part where Bubba dies in Vietnam. She's right... war is pretty darn sad.