I took J to see "The Lorax" today, along with her friend F and F's mother, L. In case you were wondering, the movie, um...blew. It was preachy, though to be fair, so is the book. Far more unforgivably, it was really, really boring. But we had popcorn and lemonade and J sat on my lap. After the movie (finally) ended, J and F played in the arcade--without money; they just pretended to drive cars and, as we found out when L and I finally stopped talking and paid attention to them, shoot guns. "J! Don't, don't, don't shoot your friends."
I should write a parenting book. Or stop watching this guy:
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