On Thursday night, Luau spent the evening at a hockey game with a buddy from college. The girls and I settled in to an evening at home to close out the first day of the New Year.
The girls had breakfast for dinner. Ok, Katie did. Brooke wasn’t ready to embrace such a topsy turvy concept.
All three of us piled into Mama’s big tub and lost ourselves in bubbles and a variety of differently colored soaps. (If you’ve never turned on jacuzzi jets in a tub full of princess bubbles may I offer a word of advice? DO NOT FILL THE TUB).
And then, clean as could be, we snuggled into Mama’s bed in our jammies for a screening of Annie.
It’s changing, this movie watching proposition. Brooke now has a small repertoire of non-Dora the Explorer feature length films that will keep her attention. OK, very small. OK – two, but still – it’s something. And there’s something to be said for cuddling up to watch a movie together. Not a television show – a MOVIE. It’s different, isn’t it?
And suddenly, the experience has a whole new meaning for Katie too. From the moment the opening credits start rolling, well, so does Katie. At seven and a half (excuse me, three quarters) she has seen the man behind the curtain and insists on de-coding and de-mystifying the entire movie watching experience.
“Mama, is that a special effect? Mama, those girls are just actresses, right? So they’re just pretending that they don’t have parents, right? But really they have parents and their parents are probably really proud of them for getting such a big role in a movie, right? Mama, if I were in a movie like that you’d be really proud of me, wouldn’t you? Mama, they just ruined a romantic moment, didn’t they? Mama, Miss Hannagin is kissing the radio because she’s a drunk right? Mama, why would those boys put the cans on Sandy’s tail like that? Mama, what’s a Bolshevik?”
To my left, a whole other narrative is unfolding. Softly, quietly, almost undetectable – a different kind of running commentary. “Annie is a girl. Annie will hold the flowers. Sandy is a dog. Dogs don’t live in a zoo. Dogs live in a house. Sandy is a dog. Annie is a girl.”
And the songs – Oh the songs! My heart nearly bursts from the sweetness of Brooke’s little voice as she sings along. From moment one, she sings each and every word. Well, sort of. She sings a reasonably close approximation of each and every word. ‘Maybe’ goes something like “Bet they collect fins like apples and art.” Close enough.
And so our little scene played out throughout the movie.
I watched and listened to three different stories – Annie’s, Katies and Brooke’s. Until they all came together as Brooke sang along with “Hard knock life.”
“Santa Claus we never see. Santa Claus – what’s that? Who’s he? …”
And with a gentle nudge Katie cocked her head in Brooke’s direction and looked at me knowingly, letting me in on what she knew.
“Annie must be Jewish.”