Movie Night

Packing children into our living room each Friday and Saturday night is somewhat akin to the circus clowns who cram into Volkswagen bugs.  The prevailing philosophy is there’s always room for one more—or ten.

The children look forward to movie night, and they often request their favorite movie Home Alone, which many of them refer to simply as, Kevin.  (If you don’t know who Kevin is, it’s time to dust off your old VHS copy of Home Alone and re-watch it.)

After watching Home Alone for about 17 weekends in a row, Sherwood and I decided it was time to invest in some additional films.  Topping off their new favorites are any of the Three

Stooges shows, George of the Jungle—with real Swahili words, and Cool Runnings. 

I find watching movies with the kids to be much like watching Mr. Bean with my brother as a child.  My brother and his friend would roll around on the floor in front of the TV in uncontrollable laughter, and my dad and I would laugh right along with them.  The difference?  They were laughing at Mr. Bean.  We were laughing at (with?) them.  While the children, and admittedly, my husband, laugh hilariously as the Stooges clamor theatrically across the screen, I can’t suppress my own laughter at the uproarious peals of delight emitting from them.

Watching a movie in a room jam-packed with children, the temperature raised to an uncomfortable level due to body heat, isn't the most comfortable way to watch TV, but it certainly makes the Three Stooges a lot funnier.