Note: I have been writing a LOT, just not posting. I wrote this a few weeks ago and now I'm adding it:
Last week I got so irritated with my three contributions to the universe I unplugged the television and put it in my room. This was a wonderful idea until I plugged it back in and couldn't get it to work so my friend came over and fixed it. Ok, so we won't be that dramatic again. Thanks again Ted....
Plugged in or not, there is no screen time on school nights. I try to set a good example with this and turn my laptop off at four when the workday is over and leave it off until they are asleep. We really need to unplug. All of us, as a society. But not until after you read my posts.
I have decided Fridays are movie nights. All four of us must watch it and I pick the movie. They are old enough for good movie taste. It is a skill that is acquired. Garbage in, garbage out.....good movies in, good movies out...
What did we start with?
Back to the Future....
Why?
Why? They got their television back and they are mad they can't watch some dumb cartoon with talking animals? They have graduated to the art of identifying the components of a good screenplay, why are they asking me why?
I should be a militant mommy and say "Because I said so..." but I want them to remember what I say later when it comes to film so I give them better answers. And no, I didn't say, "Because we are movie snobs and the average American wouldn't know a good film if..." well anyway, I do the right thing.
We watched it because it's about time travel and scientists and messing with your parents. Who wouldn't want to watch that?
Sounds good, doesn't it?
As good as it sounds, it was so pre-2001. You don't give terrorists bombs made out of pinball machine parts, or anything else for that matter. And everyone DO NOT start yelling at me for making light, I am merely making a point about the 80s versus now. :p
Even Kenneth, born 2005, knew that....
Plutonium? Really? He did not try to trick the bad guys, you never try to trick a bad guy...
Lowell had a few concerns about time travel scenes:
No mom, not the 50's...I think they were going back to the 90s. Yes, he must mean the 90s.....
I'm just going to ignore the math going on in my four year olds head, because ignoring things has always worked for me in the past.
Kenneth couldn't stop talking, I assume he gets this from me:
Scientists are not the freaks living on the outside of town. They have a different set of eyes. They aren't crazy, we are seeing them the wrong way. Fine son, justify it that way.
Let's not forget the Flux Capacitor, Kenneth had to open his mouth about that:
The Flux Capacitor- that's an interesting schema.
What's a schema?
Why did I ask? Why didn't I just nod and say, "You are right son..." not knowing exactly what he was talking about.
It's when you have an idea in your head already....so you draw it, and then you look at it, and keep going with your idea.
I am so sick of having to google what my child says and finding out he is right. But on the other hand, I love the public schools up here.
Frances had her own observations:
What's the deal with all the clocks? Do we have that many clocks? Where is his iphone?
Remind me to buy a clock for the wall just to say we have one.
All three of them LOVED to hate Biff. They totally cheered George on and while I am desperately trying to curtail the light saber action in this house, I did explain that pulling Biff off Lorraine and punching him out was the RIGHT thing to do. I can't wait for them to see him in part II with the sports records...
Pay attention to Dr. Brown on the clock tower! This scene is pop culture Hollywood canon!!!
Mom, that is a zipline... What a way to make a connection.
Maybe Christopher Lloyd was the reason it became so popular in the States?
The final question of the night: Could you three imagine meeting me as a teenager?
Kenneth: I'm sure you weren't any different than you are now.
Frances: Probably not, maybe she was worse because she wasn't in charge.
Lowell: I love you mommy. That third one is up to something, I know it.
Smart kids...
No need for me to go back in time, they weren't there.
P.S.-I ran twenty miles on my birthday, and that wouldn't have happened in the past. :0)