Five things that made me grin today.
Tactics.
A two-year old trying desperately to get his 12-year old sister’s attention for something important, like getting peanuts or showing her a drawing, and finally resorting to taking a precious piece of jewelry, walking over to the garbage can, and dangling it over while calling her name.
He got her attention.
There is a lesson in there. I have no idea what it might be.
Some kinda.
I ran into her at the library. One of the best places to run into people, because there’s a good chance they’re not a nefarious villain if they’re hanging out in a library. So I gave a “Hi, how are you…and I’m so sorry, what was your name again?”
“Kate,” she said. I inquired what she was doing, and she smiled and said her children were sort of sick. Or they might be getting sick. Something of the sort.
“Might be getting sick?” I asked.
Her smile grew. “Yeah, I mean, you should probably keep ‘em home if they might be getting sick, right…but honestly, I thought it would just be fun to stay home with them and watch Star Wars.”
Thus began a three-minute back-and-forth concerning Star Wars, and my declaration that I actually rather enjoyed Attack of the Clones the one time I saw it.
At some point she let drop that they might take a break from the three most recent Star Wars to have a mini John Hughes marathon. I reminded her that Home Alone is the family version of Die Hard, in that it is both a Christmas film and not, and that it was definitely a John Hughes film, although not necessarily thought of in the same breath as Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, or Ferris Bueller.
I also begged her to give Some Kind of Wonderful a watch if she hasn’t, and to definitely avoid Curly Sue. She agreed, and we parted ways, and my day was the better for those five minutes.
Cheesy holiday films
I got in big trouble with someone last year for speaking positively about The Princess Switch. She texted halfway through watching, incredulous that I had liked it, and certain it was a holiday prank on my part.
“Nope,” I said. “It was cute.”
I stand my ground.