While we were visiting a local hamburger place, I took Zane into the bathroom to wash his hands and found this sign:
Zane has wanted to watch the movie Rio at home several times. I guess that they were showing it at his school. He's seen the film so many times that he is now pulling quotes and reciting them during play. The other day he was racing around the house, fighting in an epic battle of some sort. He was yelling at the top of his lungs. What was he yelling?
"You wanna piece of meat?" is what he was yelling. Larry and I immediately knew that Zane was imitating a line from the film Taxi Driver, which he has never seen. He apparently acquired a phrase or two from watching Rio, and we didn't have the heart to tell him that he was misquoting. Maybe later. Years later. Once we can stop laughing about it.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that Zane kept stopping on the field. He
would kneel down and press a fist to his forehead. Then he would get up
and run once more. Finally he was near enough to me that I could talk
"What the heck are you doing, son?" I thought
for sure that he was stopping to examine a fire ant mound, as boys are
prone to do. Instead, he surprised me.
"Mom! I am
TRYING to use The Force!" Rolling his eyes at my sheer stupidity(because
how on earth could I not KNOW that?), Zane ran off again. Larry, the big Star Wars fan in the house, was so proud when I shared this story.
All three of us wedged ourselves into theater seats to see Iron Man 3 this weekend. We all found it very entertaining. My quibbles were minor, as they did not diminish my enjoyment of the film. One of my quibbles is the music. The first two Iron Man movies had very heavy metal music involved, and it is expected that the third movie should have kept that trend. My other kvetch? Where the heck are the police? All sorts of shenanigans going on, and no police men? Not a single one? Eeek! I do not want to live in that city!
Good Lord! Go visit Stacy today!