My blogging frequency has taken a hit ever since James implemented a new family TV night post dinner. What we watch rotates. And all “little screens” are banned. Based on this new schedule we’ve dug up a few classics including Swiss Family Robinson. Interspersed with several they made me watch called, Ready Player One, and Alita– Battle Angel. Now I’m inclined to casually pepper the phrase Battle Angel into all of my conversations.
Last night we watched Big. I had totally forgotten how unbelievable the kid-sized Lambos and Porsches had been at FAO Schwartz in New York. Think of the foot traffic that could drive to the shop…
After the movie, I must have been a little on edge from that creepy Zoltar machine with its red deviled eyes and ventriloquist mouth opening and closing and mouth breathing. I was in the kitchen filling up my water bottle in the fridge when there were multiple bangs on the dark window next to me. I screamed and the boys came running.
“I think something’s outside, or in the cupboard.” And then as we all watched, the cupboard door moved. Clearly because a disembodied head with red deviled-eyes was tumbling from shelf to shelf.
Turned out to be a slow falling plastic bottle of ketchup, which has been mistaken for a decapitated head many a time.
A few minutes later, I’m standing by the glass door to the back deck talking to the boys. James comes up behind me and bangs on the glass with two hands, causing another round of screams and startled fleeing. Ha ha. So funny.
Later Nate gives me a hug from behind and apologizes for scaring me. “Did it take the light out of you, Mom?”
Yes, yes it did. Took the light right out.