My cousin Claudia has come to town with her Son, Evan. Tomorrow night I'm supposed to baby sit Evan. I was thinking this would be a perfect chance to go see Wallace and Grommet: Curse Of The Wererabbit.
Last night hanging out with Evan was an eye opening experience. He's in preschool, and can not sit still, be quiet, or anything that would make me think a movie is a good idea. Legos are fine, but I get three pieces into anything and he want's what ever I'm working on because it's cooler. Cartoons bore him, if he's willing to watch them. "Mom says I can't watch that." "Mom hasn't approved that cartoon." "Mom says hasn't seen that cartoon, so I can't watch it." Well, Bucko, Mom ain't here, she went home Monday, and I approve this cartoon! :-P He lasts about 5 minutes on a video game, and wants to quit. Even drawing with florescent markers under a blacklight lasted about 3 minutes. The fog machine 10 minutes. The pitch shifter on the mixer, with a mic, about 4 minutes. And his bed time is normally 8pm, we let him stay up till 8:30, and he exhibited his mastery of the word "No!" while crying at the top of his lungs.
Yeah. A movie. Having to sit still, quietly, for an hour and a half. Great idea. Like that will ever happen. :-P
Plan B: Take him to a horror movie, where people will be fidgiting and scream anyway, give him nightmares for months, and never have to baby sit again.... :-P