The Dictator: "Momma, where are you going?"
Me: "Out with Momma's friends. We're going to see a grown-up movie" (Not sure why I had to say the word 'movie'. I could have said anything. Dinner? Shopping? A meeting? You name it. Nope, I had to say "movie". It could have been the fact I was just plain exhausted. Could have been the fact that sometimes I'm just an idiot. You pick...)
The Dictator: "Momma! I want to go to the movie! I want to see 'Brave'! I'll get my shoes!"
Me: "You've seen 'Brave' three times already. It's Momma's turn to go to a movie tonight. We'll go to a movie together tomorrow. Okay?"
The Dictator: "What movie you gonna see Momma?"
Me: (In all my exhausted, stupid glory) "Magic Mike" FML.
The Dictator: (Eyes now big and mouth wide open) "I want to see Magic Mike! I want to go toooooooooo!"
Seriously, "Magic Mike"?? What the hell were the movie producers thinking when they came up with this title? I swear it was just to screw with me. It had to be. Let's take a moment to think about this title. Magic! What 2 year old doesn't love magic?? We talk about magic every single day. Magic is fun, and awesome and totally something the Dictator wants to see. Then there's Mike. If you have a "Monsters Inc." obsessed toddler like I do, you will understand why putting the word "Mike" in anything is going to insight a fit of toddler mania. Putting the words together is too much for the Dictator to handle.
The Dictator: "I LOVE Magic Mike! I want to go! Pleeeeeeaaaase!"
Seriously, "Magic Mike"?? What the hell were the movie producers thinking when they came up with this title? I swear it was just to screw with me. It had to be. Let's take a moment to think about this title. Magic! What 2 year old doesn't love magic?? We talk about magic every single day. Magic is fun, and awesome and totally something the Dictator wants to see. Then there's Mike. If you have a "Monsters Inc." obsessed toddler like I do, you will understand why putting the word "Mike" in anything is going to insight a fit of toddler mania. Putting the words together is too much for the Dictator to handle.
The Dictator: "I LOVE Magic Mike! I want to go! Pleeeeeeaaaase!"
Me: "It's not about THAT Mike. It's a different Mike. A Mike just for Momma."
The Dictator was not pleased when I left the house last night.
This morning, I had forgotten about our conversation. The Dictator, who never forgets anything decided to remember our conversation while we were at the movie theater. Standing in line to get our tickets, a very busy, long line, we were talking about the different movie posters we saw as we passed by. Things were going well until we passed the "Magic Mike" poster. The Dictator, who is becoming quite a good little reader, suddenly got a very excited look on her face and yelled out as loud as she could "Momma! There's YOUR Magic Mike! It's a Mike just for YOU Momma!"
The Dictator was not pleased when I left the house last night.
This morning, I had forgotten about our conversation. The Dictator, who never forgets anything decided to remember our conversation while we were at the movie theater. Standing in line to get our tickets, a very busy, long line, we were talking about the different movie posters we saw as we passed by. Things were going well until we passed the "Magic Mike" poster. The Dictator, who is becoming quite a good little reader, suddenly got a very excited look on her face and yelled out as loud as she could "Momma! There's YOUR Magic Mike! It's a Mike just for YOU Momma!"
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