they’re going to revoke my license…
you know, my license to parent. Or they should. Because Friday is Movie Night here and, instead of going to rent a movie, the girls picked one on tv. On Disney Channel. Bleh.
Everyone was settling in but when we went to turn it on, it started an hour later than we had originally thought. Luckily, there was another movie just starting and I told them, “You guys watch this one and if you like it, we’ll keep it on. If not, we’ll switch over when yours starts.” Ok, crisis averted.
So the stand-in movie was Ghostbusters. GHOSTBUSTERS! They’ll have to love Ghostbusters, right?! They’ll never want to go back and watch that other sappy Disney inaneness, right?! Wrong. So we switch it to Disney. But we continued to switch back and forth during the commercial breaks. And we were coming up near the end of Ghostbusters where the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man appears and they wanted to switch back to their movie.
What?! “But this is where the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man is!” I scream.
“What’s that?” they say.
“A marshmallow man. A GIGANTIC MARSHMALLOW MAN. And he’s about to be BLOWN UP!”
Their response? Eh. “Turn it back to Disney!”
What? WOT?! My children picked freakin’ High School Musical 2 over Ghostbusters?! Oh, no… oh, my heart!
And so, rather than argue and listen to shrieky little girls for the next 15 minutes, I switched it back to HSM2 (see that? “HSM2″ Bleh. I’m ashamed to know the Disney parlance). I fully expected super stealth ninjas to drop from the ceiling on ropes and bundle me away, you know to save the children. Because obviously somewhere I screwed up. Very, very badly.
3 comments January 20th, 2008