Only the true Potter fans will call out any blatant mispellings in my title.
It's Spin Cycle time and Gretchen is taking us all to the movies! Popcorn on her. Just email her your ticket stub and she'll do the rest. (Disclosure: sending your ticket stubs and/or receipts may not result in any refunds of any kind as the author of this note did not check with Gretchen first, but is in fact playing off of Gretchen's known generosity. This disclosure may also be the author's last.)
Since the Oscars are on Sunday, and yes, I am definitely tuning in because I love Billy Crystal because I want to see Leo get snubbed again because it's on the only station I currently receive thanks to an ongoing battle with Dish Network, but our movies in the house tend to be the recently to video kind (the last time we were out to the movies was to see Crazy Stupid Love which we crazy stupid loved) and whatever Sprite wants to watch (I am still looking for a good way to get rid of Thumbelina without being obvious since the kid knows we hate that movie). And thanks to our weekday commutes bringing us home after sunset, we're usually up for a video or two on any given evening.
Lately, her movie of choice has been "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone". While this thrilled me to no end since I am a huge Potter fan, I was hoping for her to read through the books first, but the round of children in her classroom who have watched the movie has already risen beyond one, and one is all it takes to get the fire brewing in the other thirty-five.
So, I explained to her all about the make believe and the battle of good and evil she would see, and then sat down with her and a bowl of popcorn (Organic, Jan!) on Halloween night to introduce her to the boy who lived.
Immediately, she became enthralled with Harry and his scar, Hermione and her precocious need to be right, "It's leviosAH, not leviosAR", and Ron and his foolish attempts to turn Scabbers yellow while on the Hogwarts Express.
I was a little concerned about the scenes showing Lily being struck down by the faceless Voldemort and the end scene where Voldemort makes his face known in the most obscure of places (talk about being two-faced, right?), but she watched intently, not flinching, and when it was over, asked to see it again the next day.
I thought I had a tough kid.
John thinks I'm nuts.
Recently, she requested the movie again, her wish to be Hermione for Halloween 2012 already on the roster. John agreed to watch with her and came out of the room two hours later, telling me she is not to watch the movie for a few years. At least.
"She's afraid of it!"
"She's been watching it enough to start memorizing some of the lines, I don't think she's afraid of it."
"She told me not to fall asleep. Kept telling me to keep the closet light on. Don't you think she's afraid?"
"All right. I'll take the movie out of rotation."
She didn't mention it for a week and then asked for the movie again last night.
"Sorry, kid. Daddy said the movie was making you afraid."
"I'm not afraid of Harry Potter. I'm afraid of the DARK."
"You're not afraid of the movie? Or Voldemort?"
"No, Mommy. That's pretend. I know it's not real. They're just PLAYING."
"So, why are you afraid of the dark?"
Um, yeah.. Let me know when they do a live version of "Monsters, Inc", okay"?