Continuing the trend in which I expose my children to things which are not completely age appropriate for them (the “F You” song, which Pie has deemed too offensive for her to sing even alone in the house with me; The Princess Bride, which scared Pie; The Wizard of Oz–a children’s play version–which scared Pie), I allowed my children to watch the TV cut of School of Rock… which scared Pie.
Yes, that’s right. My girl jumped at School of Rock. When kids were disobeying. “Scary!” When it looked like Jack Black was going to get into trouble? “Scary!” When he got caught? “Scary!” She didn’t want to leave the room (with me), but she didn’t want to watch it either. Up till the end. When the kids rocked out. At which point, she “loved it!”
The boy was a little bored by it at first, but by the end, he was dancing around the family room, shirtless, in his pajama bottoms.
For tomorrow’s movie night, I’m thinking Fast Times at Ridgemont High. It’s about a school, so it’s fine, right? Right?
