Late Happy Memorial Day!

Because my son pestered us to death and because we wanted to see it anyway, we went to see the new Indiana Jones. I won’t reveal any pertinent details (shhhh…everyone explodes at the end), but I enjoyed it. It is not Raiders (what is?), but it is good. Go into it with no expectations other than having a good time and rooting for Indy, and you’ll have as much fun as we did. Also…Shia Lebeauf…pitch perfect. Karen Allen…rocks the Casbah.

That said, I got some “bad mommy” looks. The movie isn’t really for five year old girls (about five swear words, tons of violence…and skeletons…plus she thinks it’s called Kingdom of the Crystal Scones). I have one of those (a five year old girl…not a scone). She went. It is what it is. Rest assured, snooty people in the front row, she completely understands that it’s not okay to say dammit or punch Communists in the face (sadly though, she has witnessed her mother do one out of two, I’ll never say which) . I promise. Plus, her brother had a rip roaring good time and she gets to pick the next one (translation: Her brother and Dad better plan on bucking up for Beverly Hills Chihuahua).

Also, she laid this on me when we got home.

She: Mom, do we have a lot of money?

Me: Uh…er…why do you ask?

She: Well, I was thinking about that pony, Butterscotch.

Me: (Crikey…I thought we were over that). Mmm  hmm?

She: I was thinking I know how you can get enough money to buy me Butterscotch.

Me: Er…uh…

She: You just have to enter a Beauty Contest. You will win and then you can buy me Butterscotch with the money.

Solid plan!