The kids give each movie a name, based on a character (Lightning McQueen, Alex the Lion) or their rendition of a song. For example, The Lion King is often called "NAAAAAA, duh BET YAAAA!" or just NaduhBetya, one word.
Recently, Sebastian has been making a commitment to saying the correct movie name, which reduces the need for my awesome decoding skills. He goes through and reads the movies - Mulan, Treasure Planet, Kung Fu Panda, Up - and I just wait until he screams "HEY! The LORAX!" and frantically tries to pull out the DVD. That's the only reason I have to be present in the movie picking. He doesn't want my opinion, and even though he doesn't want my help, I'd rather be there to avoid moments like this morning's Oliver & Company/Chocolate Pudding Incident.
NOTE: DVD players can't read chocolate pudding-coated fingerprints.
In the last few days, as he's been reading and I've been quasi-zoning out, one movie keeps catching my attention, and I'm rooting for it every time. He doesn't always get all the way to it in his searches, so I really really really need Sebastian to rediscover this movie and ask me for it every day.
You've seen it: the minions are adorable, Steve Carell's accent is hysterical, the music is really awesome for a kids' movie, but I'm not even going to get to watch Despicable Me with them. I keep trying to direct both of the kids to it because I so desperately want to hear these four magical words:
"Let's watch Spickital Mean!"
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