Moon has been underfoot for the past two weeks, as in “No one goes ANYWHERE without me!” Bathroom? She needs to go too. To the mailbox? She can help with that. As much fun as it sounds, it can drive a mom mad. It’s not her normal behavior, so I finally got her to tell me what was going on. Seems that school was over early one day so they decided to show a movie. The classroom took a vote. While Moon voted for a sweet movie about puppies, the majority went with a Goosebumps tale.
Awesome. How long is it going to take to get this out of her head?
Why does Hollywood even make scary movies? Why do parents let children go? When I was TEN, my parents sent me to the movies with my cousin, Joanne. My much older, and much wiser cousin from Michigan where girls wore short-shorts and SMOKED. What did she take me to see? Tommy!
I’m sure she told my mother it was a musical. I had nightmares about that toilet for YEARS.
Now I have nightmares about my own toilet, but that’s a whole different story.