007

Monkey showed up in the office one afternoon wearing this getup, cleverly put together by himself. For the past few months, Dan and Monkey have developed a Sunday morning ritual where they wake early and watch a James Bond movie. I'm not crazy about my 8 year old watching the violence and the womanizing, but I also understand that I'm a woman and cannot relate to the need that all boys/men seem to have to kill and conquer. Well, sometimes I feel the need to kill but that's a different post on a more secure website. The CHF has also tried to watch the Bond films, often begging and pleading that she'll be good and quiet, however her attention span is far shorter when it comes to 007 than that of the males in the family and at some point during the films, despite her best efforts, I'm called to rescue the men from her squirmy chattering highness. I then use this time to bond (no pun intended but it's a little funny) with the CHF.

This morning, upon waking she came into my room and wanted to snuggle in bed. Then, of course she heard the Bond music coming from the living room and wanted to go watch. Knowing that she wouldn't keep still, I tried to dissuade her from wanting to go out to watch the movie by telling her it was a silly movie that only boys liked. In her sweetest groggy voice, she said to me, "It's not silly to me. I like James Bond, it makes me happy". Of course I started to buy into the cuteness of it so I took her out to the living room. When Monkey and Daddy exclaimed it would be too intense for her, she stated that it wouldn't because she liked to watch people die!!!! OMG, proud parenting moment #1 of the day. I knew she wouldn't last through Casino Royale and found some way to distract her which fails to come to mind right now because it occurred more than 13 minutes ago.

I thought the day went well with minimal gun battles and explosive noises coming from Monkey so, I thought no harm done, until of course proud parenting moment #2 struck. Just as I was tucking him in to bed tonight, he said to me, "Guess what's under my pillow?" I thought to myself, please let it be a magazine and not something that requires a magazine. Lo and behold, my wish did not come true, he pulls out the little black gun that's featured in this photo and says "Just in case I need it". I hope the bad guys in his dreams like the little pop noise that happens when the cork comes out of the barrel.