Cont'd from yesterday's post:

I came in on the movie at the part where Stuart had already been reunited with his first parents. I started looking at my daughters intently, who then started looking at me intently. I looked away. They looked away. I looked back at them. They looked back at me. This went on for a few exchanges. Finally, my youngest daughter gives me that "What? What is it?" exassperated face. I start babbling away, trying to "process" the movie. After about 15 seconds of my rambling, all three of the kids shouted with barely contained irritation, " Oh, Mommy! Please! We're trying to watch the movie." In other words, "Will you please shut the hell up?"

I had not realized it but, they were watching the movie on television not the DVD. So, when the commercial break came I thought, "Great! This is my opportunity to register my opposition." I start on my rant about the plot twist with the first parents showing up and taking Stuart Little away from his adoptive parents. By now, my children are looking at me like I am talking Greek. None of them are "getting it."

Fed up with my intrusion into their otherwise pleasant family night of quiet entertainment, my oldest daughter assumes her I am practicing for when I am a teenager voice. Interrupting my rant, she says, "Uh, Mommy? It's like, a movie? Nobody does that in real life."

Dead silence in the room with everyone staring at me like I am a madwoman. The timing could not have been any more perfect to make me look like an idiot, because I could have sworn there was even a pause in the announcer's voice on the commercial.

"I knew that," I replied

The movie came back on and I slinked back to my office.
After it went off, the kids went on with their regular nighttime routine taking their showers, getting into their pajamas, brushing their teeth, and readying themselves for the next day. They told their dad good night, then each came downstairs and kissed and hugged me goodnight. That was that.

Now, I'm thinking about purging that damn movie from our DVD collection so that it won't be a taunting reminder of what an idiot I made of myself.