It's boxing day so we're chilling out with a film and the film of choice is Home alone. Other than spending a significant portion of the film wondering what the other kids in the family might be called I've spent the rest feeling supremely sorry for poor Kevin.
DH thinks it's a fun uplifting film and that it's partly Kevin's fault whilst all I can think is the lad deserves a family that cares about him.
His uncles a jerk (for calling him a jerk).
His mum is a crap parent for sending her child to bed without dinner and I'm not 100% convinced she didn't leave him on purpose.
That's not to mention the fact they did it all again a year later...