Thursday past was yet another half day of school. I did not want to spend those extra hours in the same old playground so I asked my son if he wanted to see a movie. He is an avid dog lover, asks to pet dozens of dogs as we walk through the streets, so I suggested Marmaduke. Some friends had seen it the week before and said it was fun for the kids. Of course I had discount tickets, that’s how I roll!
We walked over after a half hour in the playground, he had wanted to trade some silly bands (shaped rubber bands, a stupidly brilliant marketed rubber band), his new obsession.
I enjoyed the movie. I know the reviewers panned it, but at 51 with my 7 year old child – SPOILER ALERT – I very much enjoyed scenes where a large Great Dane farts in the bed of his masters. It was very silly but the sign that it wasn’t horrible was that I stayed awake!
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