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Alas, the concept was funnier than the execution
...as is often the case. **
We watched The Last Supper last night, a 1995 movie with a pretty good cast, a bad script and HORRIBLE directing. (at least to our uninformed eyes that appeared to be the problem.)
I'd give you a spoiler alert but believe me, you shouldn't waste your time on this movie.
The idea is that 5 liberal academic friends have an accidental guest for dinner (Bill Paxton) who ends up being as horrible offensively bigoted as they are snide and condescending. After the conversation deteriorates into hate speech on both sides, Bill Paxton's character ends up "accidentally" dead from a meat cleaver to the back. Ashamed by Paxton's character's claims that liberals are all whining & no action, but exhilarated by putting to death who they've rationalized was a future Hitler, they decide to invite bigots of all flavors to dinner and put them to death.
The concept is a little bit funny, but the execution (haha) is just wretched.
On the other hand, you get to see Cameron Diaz in pleated, high rise pants that stopped just shy of her armpits. I couldn't stop staring at them.
** Frank approves of this movie review.
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Sexism
Frank accompanied Christopher's class on a field trip today and laughed to me that they gave him (the only Daddy chaperone) fewer kids to supervise than the moms. We both assumed they thought he couldn't handle it, which is mostly funny but also a little sad.
In addition to being Christopher's first field trip experience, today also held his first school bus ride, which I'm looking forward to hearing about after school.
A cute picture from today:
 It's too bad that privacy considerations require me to block out the girl's face, because you don't get to enjoy the adoring gaze she's bestowing on my boy (who's painting a pumpkin, in case you were wondering. Yep, he's an artistic prodigy!).
This particular girl, though perfectly nice, has of late invited Christopher's ire by "asking too many questions".
Such questions include:
"Who's your favorite person in this class?"
C: S (a boy)
"Oh. Well, who's your favorite GIRL in the class?"
C: H (not Ms Questiony Questionerson)
"Hm. Well who's your SECOND favorite girl in the class?"
C: Don't know.
Ouch. He has no clue why she's asking, poor girl.
When I asked, "Why didn't you say (Ms QQ) was your second favorite girl?" he responded with: "Probably because she asks too many questions."
Gotta love it.
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Go! foods and Whoah! foods
In Christopher's P.E. class they seem to be playing a sort of red light / green light game except it deals with healthy (Go!) foods versus nonhealthy (Whoah!) ones. At least, this is how I understand the game, having only heard Christopher describe it.
I think it's great; it teaches them about eating right while simultaneously wearing the little darlings out.
And I used it to my advantage this morning during the daily breakfast negotiations.
Christopher requested one waffle with syrup, plus a bowl of cereal (he asked for Corn Pops). I countered with waffle + Life Cereal, and told him it was a Go! food. I then showed him the American Heart association sign of approval on the top of the box:
He was suitably impressed.
He then told me, "I bet the Froot Loops box would have a heart covered in gloop on it. or maybe a skull-and-crossbones heart."
Funny to imagine, isn't it?
Note to the cereal conglomerate: This post and contained image were created solely for entertainment purposes. They are not intended to indicate an opinion about the nutritional value of Froot Loops©, Corn Pops©, or any other food product. Please do not sue me for copyright infringement, misrepresentation of products, or bad attempts at humor. Thanks!
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Mind game
Which way is this chick spinning?
According to this site, if you see her spinning clockwise, you're a right-brain dominant person, and counter-clockwise means you're left-brained.
I saw it spinning clockwise at first but can flip her around at will. Frank surprised me by seeing her spinning clockwise and then insisting that it only works one way (after a few minutes he could flip her, too.) I was sure he was going to see her spinning the other way.
Christopher gives me a different answer each time, but I'm not sure if it's because he's got a flexible brain or doesn't know which way a clock goes :)
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It's the little things...
...like my husband agreeably stopping at the grocery store after a long day of work for non-crucial items...
...and also coming home with this, without announcement or demanding credit...
..that affirm my lifemate choice.
(And allow me to smile at him insisting upon calling this donut a sour cream donut when we all know damn well it's called an old-fashioned donut.)
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Little Man Livaudais
We'll be going on a family cruise in March with Frank's family, and in preparation I've bought Christopher some dress clothes for the dinners. I managed to find the coolest tie ever AND a button-down shirt that closely matches on Frank has, which I thought would be fun for pictures.
When I had him try on the clothes, I was surprised by how happy he was to wear grown-up clothes. As soon as I had him dressed he went tearing into our room to show Frank (and to have him tie the tie, because I'm terrible at it. It's one of my failures as a wife, I know.)
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Cool Item of the Day
I LOVE this!
More here.
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Depptage
 Right now, Christopher is obsessed with actors.
By that I mean that he's fascinated by the very concept of actors, not that he's reading People Magazine.
He's fascinated in particular with Johnny Depp. He can hardly believe that his beloved Willy Wonka is the same guy as Captain Jack Sparrow (with whom he is only familiar via commercials - he hasn't seen the movies.) So yesterday he asked me to show him a bunch of pictures of Senor Depp. So, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, set my jaw, and took one for the team. It was rough.
I can only pray that tomorrow he doesn't ask me to show him pictures of shoes (or designer jeans.) That would be bloody awful.
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