Our New Favorite Movie
Occasionally my girls and I will discover Our New Favorite Movie.
It usually happens like this:
We go to the video store looking for a specific movie and grab a couple of others, and if we're lucky, one of those other movies becomes our New Favorite Movie.
First of all, I don't preview any of these movies before my children watch them-I just pop the dvd in and we all watch together and decide AFTERWARDS if it was appropriate for them. Previewing is for parental pussies.
Secondly, we know we've discovered Our New Favorite Movie when we do the following:
1. Watch the movie
2. Crack up
3. Spend approximately an hour AFTER the movie engaged in a high level discussion that involves us saying stuff like
"Remember when he said...." Crack up.
"I loved the part when..." Crack up.
" Remember this?" (Reinactment of some scene performed by one of my daughters)... Crack up.
And then we'll watch the movie AGAIN, so we can memorize more lines and scenes and totally annoy anyone around us who hasn't actually SEEN the movie but might perhaps want to without knowing every line first.
So the other night my kids wanted to rent a movie (the movie they wanted was "Rent," and I of course couldn't resist saying to the girl behind the counter "We'd like to rent 'Rent').
Now, one might think that a movie about crossdressing heroin addicted HIV positive homosexuals might not be appropriate viewing for my 11 year old, but we've all seen the play, they love the music, and I'm not a parental pussy.
Meanwhile, I grabbed a movie called "Little Miss Sunshine" because the previews looked like it might be kinda goofy.
Well, "Little Miss Sunshine" has now become Our New Favorite Movie. It passed every New Favorite Movie test, and now my girls and I are speaking in "Little Miss Sunshine" code and pissing off everyone around us.
So you better see it before I start telling you about the part when the guy in the car.... Oh. Sorry. I'll give you a couple of days.
It usually happens like this:
We go to the video store looking for a specific movie and grab a couple of others, and if we're lucky, one of those other movies becomes our New Favorite Movie.
First of all, I don't preview any of these movies before my children watch them-I just pop the dvd in and we all watch together and decide AFTERWARDS if it was appropriate for them. Previewing is for parental pussies.
Secondly, we know we've discovered Our New Favorite Movie when we do the following:
1. Watch the movie
2. Crack up
3. Spend approximately an hour AFTER the movie engaged in a high level discussion that involves us saying stuff like
"Remember when he said...." Crack up.
"I loved the part when..." Crack up.
" Remember this?" (Reinactment of some scene performed by one of my daughters)... Crack up.
And then we'll watch the movie AGAIN, so we can memorize more lines and scenes and totally annoy anyone around us who hasn't actually SEEN the movie but might perhaps want to without knowing every line first.
So the other night my kids wanted to rent a movie (the movie they wanted was "Rent," and I of course couldn't resist saying to the girl behind the counter "We'd like to rent 'Rent').
Now, one might think that a movie about crossdressing heroin addicted HIV positive homosexuals might not be appropriate viewing for my 11 year old, but we've all seen the play, they love the music, and I'm not a parental pussy.
Meanwhile, I grabbed a movie called "Little Miss Sunshine" because the previews looked like it might be kinda goofy.
Well, "Little Miss Sunshine" has now become Our New Favorite Movie. It passed every New Favorite Movie test, and now my girls and I are speaking in "Little Miss Sunshine" code and pissing off everyone around us.
So you better see it before I start telling you about the part when the guy in the car.... Oh. Sorry. I'll give you a couple of days.
posted by Bemisdown at 3:31 PM
6 Comments:
What do you do when the kids ask:
"Mom, what does tossing salad mean?"
Clinky Clinky Clinky......
:shaking my head:
It's really quite simple-you lie to them.
Parenting 101.
"There's this dude named Claus..."
I'm so glad I don't have children...they'd be so incredibly scarred. ::giggles::
Cake,
Oh-mine are scarred. That's what parents DO, if they're any good at their job.
I love Little Miss Sunshine
(though I call it Death To America)
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