All of a sudden I have become acutely aware that my little girl is growing up fast. Little teeth are getting wobbly, she’s finishing nursery and moving on to school and she’s becoming a lot more independent.
The kids and I went to the cinema tonight and my girl showed there was still a lot of baby left in her, though. Jnr Misssy just can’t sit still in the cinema, and within ten minutes of the film starting, I had taken her to the toilet, taken her for a drink, had to retrieve her shoe from the floor of the row in front of us and had to pick up her spilt sweets from all over the floor to the soundtrack of her wailing.
After fifteen minutes she had given up her seat for my lap, as she always does.
She also talked to me throughout the whole film. Normally, I hate it when people talk through a film but tonight, watching Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, I enjoyed Jnrs commentary immensely. This was, in part, because I realised that I’m not going to have too many years left when my daughter wants to sit on my knee whispering to me, with her arms round my neck and her little hands buried in my hair.
The other reason was her commentary was hilarious. If only it could be an extra feature on the DVD of Prince Caspian.
Highlight One: “Where’s Asda?”
“It’s Aslan”
“Where’s Asdan?”…..
Highlight Two: “Who’s that beaver?”
“It’s a mouse”
“Well, it looks like a beaver to me”……
Highlight Three: “Are the bad men good yet, can I open my eyes?”
“I’d give it a minute”…..
Highlight Four: A little centaur with blond hair and a beard walks on screen, he says nothing, just blows a little horn. Junior Misssy absolutely cracks up laughing in an otherwise silent cinema. Really cracks up. The shot changes to something else, then returns to the little centaur and Jnr Misssy cracks up even more.
I’m reviewing Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian on the radio this Saturday…better read some newspaper reviews beforehand so that I can pretend I was paying attention….
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11 comments:
That is precious!
Although I am without a child in my life, i can appreciate this. It takes me back to when my oldest niece was at the same age. It was an amazing experience to watch her make the same kind of observations.
It's those little moments that us parents have to treasure to make it seem at least partly worthwhile. Even if those around you in a cinema think otherwise.
Fuck 'em.
I remember witnessing a similar conversation, except it was between a young woman and her incredibly drunk boyfriend. It was during a screening of 'Braveheart' so was obviously far more entertaining than the film.
Jaggy?
In the cinema?!
Have you won money?
T and A: It's like grabbing at mist though. My friend reminded me of something Jnr Misssy said a couple of years ago on holiday that I had forgotten about,and made us all weep about; she started to tell a story with "One upon a time...there was a long...long...Prince". Aaah!
Maybe the Misssives will serve as a memory jog for those kind of things.
Jaggy: Good thing about taking your kids to a PG- there's always some other little swine worse than yours somewhere in the audience.
Inchy: But Jaggy LOVES the flicks. The smells, the sights, the snacks; he loves it all!
So true, Misssy. His little Jaggy face lights up as he regales our department with his tales of escapades and shenanigans carried out under the cover of cinematic darkness.
Bless his wee cotton socks!
Inchy, Is yer Maw free again this Saturday night?
The old "Yer maw . . ." jokes. They never go out of fashion.
Touche, Jaggy.
I wish I'd had a blog when we took the wain to the pictures, these moments are precious. Even if you do miss the odd scene while taking them to the loo etc.
Yes, I have a three year old and everybody say that these are the best years. Will I know when the best years have finished? will I have appreciated those good years?
That said I haven't yet went to the cinema with spog one for fear of upsetting everybody else around me. I fear this bridge will have to be crossed some time soon!
I must be sleep deprived and/or have a vivid imagination because for this:
The shot changes to something else
I read,
The snot changes to something else
I could just see blood gushing out of her nose!
great post
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