Oh, how I miss movies in the theater. Sticky floors, heart-clogging, butter-drenched popcorn, no laundry, laptop or little ones to distract me. In the 4.5 years since I’ve been a parent, I think the number of movies I’ve seen in a theater is in the single digits.
Mature as CM is, or maybe because she’s so intuitive, I’m sensitive about what I want to expose her to. Not being very current on tv and movies myself, it’s hard for me to know what is or is not going to be okay. And I certainly don’t have time to preview movies or shows in advance for her. I found out about Common Sense from Rookie Moms. It seems to be a fairly balanced resource for finding out about what’s out there and then deciding for yourself if your kids are ready for it.
I guess we’re going to have to put Slumdog Millionaire on the Netflix queue. It will be number – and I’m not exaggerating – 369. At our current rate of one movie per month, that means I’ll see it when I reach my early sixties. According to T’s rules, the baby will be old enough to date by then so there’s a chance I might get to go to the theater instead.