Imagine that you, a reasonable adult, are suddenly told by a 6-year-old girl that she found an imaginary friend in the woods behind your house. She explains she must "dress him up, because he's naked." Then she speeds off with an armful of menswear. Wouldn't you sense something might not be kosher with this situation? Wouldn't you follow her make sure this very vulnerable minor wasn't in any danger from an actual naked man, or that the pants she's toting won't pick up any grass stains?
One would think so, which is the problem confronting "The Time Traveler's Wife." Thinking ruins it in a very specific ways. Kick the mental tires too much on this genre romance, and the whole thing slides right into Skeeveyville. So if your heart is set on enjoying the TV adaption, it's better to simply go along with what happens when the described moment occurs: the adult in question, a housekeeper, blinks at her employer's young daughter Clare Abshire (Everleigh McDonell) and resumes going about her business.
