For every parent there must be that moment of vindication when you realize you have, indeed, raised your kid right, because they just won the Nobel Peace Prize, or were named Chief Justice, or won the Medal of Honor. Such high achievements are probably too much to expect from an eight year old (and only eight for couple of weeks at that), but something equally vindicating has occurred: my daughter has laughed herself silly watching A Night at the Opera and then asked to see it again.
Like most kids, she's generally been convinced that anything her parents want her to watch must be boring or educational or most likely both. Tonight after watching Lady and the Tramp, and not liking what was on TV, and with a half hour or so left before bedtime, we asked her to try something different and watch not a movie but a single scene: the stateroom scene from Night at the Opera.
[If you do not know A Night at the Opera drop whatever you are doing and go see it immediately. Rent it, buy it, order it online, download it to your Ipod, whatever. If you are not a Marx Brothers fan, please seek professional help immediately. Your loved ones will be grateful if you do.]
She laughed hysterically, even though she hadn't seen the first part of the movie. (Since the plot is pretty much irrelevant that's not really a disadvantage, though she still hasn't seen the "party of the first part" scene.)
You guessed it. Bedtime notwithstanding she insisted on watching the whole movie. And then made us replay the breakfast/bed scene (in a hotel room, you either know it or you don't) and laughed hysterically both the first and second times.
Tomorrow she can see the first part. And then we go out and buy Duck Soup, which I thought I might own but can't find anywhere.
By the way, she calls Harpo "Hobo." She knows better, but says she likes it better.
They grow up so fast.
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