Movie Night
Families have rituals. Some are carefully nurtured (we began reading stories to Leda at bedtime long before she was interested even in turning the pages), some are just common sense (most hygiene-related rituals fall here), and others seem to arrive fully formed. And so it was, for us, with Movie Night. We have not been big promoters of television, though we have not been as firm about this as some principled blowhards, but soon after Leda turned 3, we introduced her to The Rescuers and said that in the future, we could watch movies on “S” nights, contingent of course on good weekend behavior. For a long time that meant a whole lot of Bernard and Bianca, until The Great Muppet Caper came onto the scene. On extra-special “S” nights like this particular Sunday, Daddy pops popcorn while Mommy does the dinner dishes, and we all snuggle up together. Latest photos are up in the third, yes third, album of the month.
Brian Kirby:
I have hit my limit. I tire of all of these pictures of cute children and demand more pictures of the Rock.
November 6, 2008, 5:16 pm