Here I've been worried that Jake was just on the edge of tears for two days...and he's got pink eye ("Oh! That's oozing, not crying!"). Caught just before his upcoming slumber party, but not before we spread it all around Greensboro's Children's Museum today...
Before I post the pictures from our afternoon of fun, I should let those of you who might suspect otherwise know: The Goonies? Remember that from your childhood? That innocent story of kids who save their parents from financial ruin?
Not. Appropriate. For. Kids.
What were our parents thinking??? Tonight Jake and I sat down to watch it. I thought it actually might be a fun movie for him and his friends to watch Friday night... Yeah, fun...Within the first five minutes, Jake had said, "Mom, he said a cuss word," three times AND we watched as the boys tried to glue a penis back onto a statue. Fortunately, Jake pretended not to notice that (thank you, Jake). Oh, oh! And there was the scary dead guy in the freezer. And Sloth, the nice but scary-as-hell-looking Fratelli brother...
Okay, okay, The Goonies came out in 1985, which means I was three years older than Jake is now. Perhaps in three years, it'll be more appropriate for him as well...
Pictures!
Jake spent most of his time at the museum in Creation Station while I chased Annie everywhere else. See his artistic pose? All ready to choke himself for his art...or something...
Annie painted three long pieces of newspaper and one egg carton, then ran off to other parts of the museum. I left her "artwork" at the museum, not thinking about it at all, until after her nap when she saw Jake's creation and said, "Mommy, where's my painting?" Yes, I suck.
Annie rearranging the table in the playhouse.
Look, I almost got kids to stay still at the same time!
The results of Jake's labor: it's Indiana Jones. I mean, I know you can tell by looking at it, but just in case...
Before I post the pictures from our afternoon of fun, I should let those of you who might suspect otherwise know: The Goonies? Remember that from your childhood? That innocent story of kids who save their parents from financial ruin?
Not. Appropriate. For. Kids.
What were our parents thinking??? Tonight Jake and I sat down to watch it. I thought it actually might be a fun movie for him and his friends to watch Friday night... Yeah, fun...Within the first five minutes, Jake had said, "Mom, he said a cuss word," three times AND we watched as the boys tried to glue a penis back onto a statue. Fortunately, Jake pretended not to notice that (thank you, Jake). Oh, oh! And there was the scary dead guy in the freezer. And Sloth, the nice but scary-as-hell-looking Fratelli brother...
Okay, okay, The Goonies came out in 1985, which means I was three years older than Jake is now. Perhaps in three years, it'll be more appropriate for him as well...
Pictures!
Jake spent most of his time at the museum in Creation Station while I chased Annie everywhere else. See his artistic pose? All ready to choke himself for his art...or something...
Annie painted three long pieces of newspaper and one egg carton, then ran off to other parts of the museum. I left her "artwork" at the museum, not thinking about it at all, until after her nap when she saw Jake's creation and said, "Mommy, where's my painting?" Yes, I suck.
Annie rearranging the table in the playhouse.
Look, I almost got kids to stay still at the same time!
The results of Jake's labor: it's Indiana Jones. I mean, I know you can tell by looking at it, but just in case...
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you forgot to mention all the other phallic innuendos in that movie
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