The Mary Movie
My five year old, Ethan, never gives our household a shortage of things to laugh and laugh about. One unforgettable moment comes circa the recent New Year's Eve ushering in 2009. With young children, you can imagine we have to rock in the New Year kindergarten style, and this year our festivities consisted of ooey gooey s'mores and a better-late-than-never viewing of It's a Wonderful Life. Or as Ethan likes to refer to it, the Mary movie. (I think he was impressed with how many times George said the name of his love, Mary...hence the Mary movie.)
At a quarter to midnight, we watched as George smoked a cigarette outside his mother's house and let her convince him to pay a visit to Mary who had just come back from college. At about 11:53 p.m., George has Mary wrapped in his arms and is kissing her all over her face as he's moaning, "Mary, Mary, oh Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary...."
We turned off the movie at 11:58 p.m. to properly ring in the New Year; mainly with eskimo kisses because Ethan still had some crusted marshmallow remnants on his cute little lips.
At 12:10 a.m., after we were sure the neighbors behind us weren't going to set our redwoods on fire with their illegal fireworks, we all sat back down on the couch to see the rest of the movie. At this time Ethan responded, "No, I don't want to see the Mary movie any more. First there was smoking, then there was kissing. This movie just keeps getting worser and worser!"
With that kind of profound wisdom, how could we deny him? Although, I can't necessarily say I ever anticipated putting It's a Wonderful Life on the Ijames family "naughty" list.