Last night, the kids wanted to have “movie night” (which we often do on Friday nights), and since the household (i.e DADDY!) is gearing up for the new Indiana Jones movie (coming in two weeks!), Allan decided to put on Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.
I was a little hesitant about whether the kids should watch it. I was worried they would get scared. I started thinking about nightmares and sleepless nights because of all the SCARY SCARY parts in the movie. I thought about the snakes and the tomb (or vault or whatever) with all the bodies, and I especially thought about the END. Even though I’ve probably watched the movie a dozen or more times, I still haven’t watched the end in it’s entirety. I always cover my eyes or leave the room for a minute, because I just don’t want to see people dissolve. It’s too scary… for ME.
And this is why God is so smart, insisting that having a Mommy AND a Daddy is a good thing. Because Daddy thought the kids could handle it. And he was right. It helps that he knows the movie backwards and forwards and could prep them whenever something a little more intense was coming up.
I actually decided to let them have a “Boys Movie Night”, and I went to read a book – but they came a couple of times to find me and tell me how it was going. Apparently Samuel REALLY loved it, and was completely into the action of it all – jumping and bouncing and reacting to the scenes. (In a good way). And lil Allan is just braver than I gave him credit for, as he came to show me a silly face (he was re-enacting a face that he’d seen in the vault/tomb scene) and tell me all about the SNAKES! With a very serious face, “And there were lots and lots of SNAKES, Mommy”.
Yep, it’s just Mama that’s the chicken.