My evil little sister has accused me of being a bad parent. And the holiday weekend was going so well. I had such high hopes.
Permit me to backtrack. Thanksgiving started off swimmingly, with gumbo (made by Mom) the night before, and a gargantuan feast on Thursday. Said sister introduced the family to a most fun game - Apples to Apples. We spent much of the weekend playing and laughing. The cousins played Sister's Wii, bowling and billiard-ing till their shoulders were sore. A good time was truly had by all.
On Saturday we finally made it to a movie matinee, seeing Enchanted. What a great movie for girls, especially young girls! Nathaniel, not so much. But I loved it. Mae rode to the theater with my sister, receiving the Spanish Inquisition on the way. When we arrived in the parking lot, I was confronted by angry Sister, accused of doing a poor parenting job, neglecting my children's education. And here I'm trying so hard! What have I done, or not done, you ask? Evidently Sister got it out of Mae that my children have never seen, much less heard of, Weird Al's movie, UHF.
For WEEKS prior to my sister's visit we've been watching Emo Phillips clips, Weird Al music videos, Dr. Demento music videos. I thought we were ready. We even watched the following clip from UHF.
But it just wasn't enough. My poor, deprived children. What a bad Mommy I am.
Let this be a lesson to you all. I'm not quite sure what the lesson is. You'll figure it out, I'm sure. And I'm heading to the library website to see if they have a copy of UHF.
Until I write again ...