Last night the kids wanted to watch a movie. It's sometimes a challenge to get them to agree on a single flick - but our DVD player downstairs isn't working, so we're limited to the older movies we have on VHS.
Still they were going back and forth, so I said, "How about The Wizard of Oz?" Why, you ask? I dunno - maybe because Jacqui had been blogging about it ...
"Yeah!" said Emma.
"Yeah!" said Gabe.
"Um - no!" said Trevor.
"You haven't even seen The Wizard of Oz, Trevor!" I said, although Jodi's eyes warned me otherwise.
"Uh-HUUUH!" insisted Trevor.
"Really. What did you see?"
"There were monkeys, and even they could fly!" he said, a big smile breaking across his face.
"Flying monkeys?! That sounds pretty cool! What else?"
"And there was a lion!"
"Was it a mean lion?"
"No, he was a nice lion - even there was a scarecrow!"
"A scarecrow, too? Was he scary?"
"No, and even there was a dog!"
"Wait a minute," I said. "The Wizard of Oz has flying monkeys, a lion, a scarecrow and a dog? This sounds like a pretty good movie!"
Trevor, by this point was grinning ear to ear, and nodding along with his description.
"And even there's a collection!"
"A collec ... a what?"
"There's a collection, and even he can move!"
"A collection that moves?" I asked.
"Even the collection has an ax, and even the ax can break wood!"
But of course: the Tin Man, a collection! "Well, Trevvy - that sounds like about the best movie ever!" I said. "Wanna watch it?"
"Yeah - let's watch it!" he cheered.
Labels: fatherhood, Gabe, Jodi, kids, movies, Rose, summer, Trev