Last night we went to T's and watched Zethura.
It was actually pretty adorable but I think I was annoying the fuck out of the boys. Because that movie takes place in a GORGEOUS craftsman house and I was . . .well . . .a little AGHAST at the destruction of said loveliness. After twenty minutes of me fretting about the tile around the fireplace I think J and T were cheering the wreckage on. Ruthless bastards.
Then I get distracted by how much this kid looks like the kid from Big (why is there no picture there? I am sure we all remember what he looks like BUT STILL).
I can't imagine why they don't want to watch movies with me ALL THE TIME.
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