I'm sitting outside with the laptop, enjoying what Florida thinks is Autumn. My girls are laying on grass mats doing their homework.
And a moment ago, my child cracked me up and I decided it's time to blog.
Background: I like Indiana Jones. It's not like "I like GP," or "I like Mamma Mia." I don't even own the movies. Maybe someday, though. But I think they're good movies and well, Harrison is just well...you know...Harrison. (No Kristen I'm not referring to certain men who THINK they're Harrison. I'm talking about the real McCoy.)
So, liking Indiana Jones and all, I went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull when it was in the theater. I loved it. It was fun. I laughed. And I laughed out loud. Like LITERAL LOL. My friend Ginny decided that I was the only one laughing in the theater, but that's okay. I was the only one singing at the Mamma Mia Sing-Along, so???
Now anytime my girls see Indiana Jones, they say, "Hey Mom, HERE's something you'll like." Even the Papa John Pizza ad. Great, thanks, girls. Mmhmm. Ok. And on goes life.
So we're sitting out in this pseudo-autumn and Megan says, "Hey Mom! Do you want the whip?" (I can't remember exactly what she said to clue me in to the fact that she was talking about Indiana Jones now, but she was.) "Do you want the whip? It's out in theaters now." (She meant to say "stores".)
I said I didn't.
She said, "How about an action figure?" Again, referring to IJ.
I said I didn't want that either.
So she told me they used GP as Indiana one time. (She always plays the GP card when she tries to make a sale.)
I just laughed.
So she said, "Hey! He HAS a hairy chest!" (I believe referring to both men in question.)
I laughed good and hard. What is it with these girls and "hairy chests." They think the whole concept is the highest form of comedy out there.
If they bring home a hairy boyfriend, they are sooooooooooo getting teased. If not I'm recommending testosterone therapy, but well...we'll deal with that later.