It is yet another brutally cold day here in the northeast. So what are we doing? Not cleaning the house (which really and truly needs it), nor are we doing crafts with the kids at the dining room table. In fact, we are not doing anything constructive, now that I think about it. We are on our duffs in front of the tube. We are watching one of our all time favorites, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. While we own all three movies, it happens to be on TNT at the moment....which for the life of me, I cannot determine why I haven't gotten up and put the movie in so we don't have to watch the commercials, but I digress. As it has been a while since I have watched this particular movie (they always seem to show The Return of the King...why not show all three from beginning to end?!!), I was thinking back to the first time we rented this movie. The twins were just 3 and so precocious (scroll back down to my previous story of Mike and the dam...you'll get my drift). Let me set the scene....
The lights are all off. The surround sound, in perfect working order, is delighting us with perfect quality down to the last pin drop. The aroma of delicious buttery popcorn permates the air. The house is quiet except for the soft munching of said popcorn. On the screen, Bilbo has just disappeared from his eleventy-first birthday celebration and goes back to the house (love those little houses and the round doors....again, I digress) to pack and finds the evil ring and is wondering what to do with it. Gandalf, with his humble grey robes and matching beard, enters and begins to discuss with Bilbo the power that the ring holds. Bilbo accuses Gandalf of wanting the ring for himself. The lights begin to flicker as Gandalf rises to his full height, and booms, "Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you!!"
It is at this moment that Heather looks at me with her big blue eyes and says, "Ooooh, Santa Claus is maaaaaad!"
Needless to say, we had to pause the movie, as Mommy was in a fit of hysterics. Between that and both kids traipsing around on all fours in just their underwear imitating Gollum, I can, without a doubt, say that my kids crack me up.
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