I think I've mentioned this before, but every Friday night, Mini-Me and I walk to 7-11, where we buy Slurpees, some snacks, and head home to watch a movie.
We've been doing this for a few years now, and it's always been a fun little thing to do with him, and he looks forward to it so much that it makes my heart hurt.
We've gone through most of the old standards..... From Jumanji, to Abbot and Costello, to Star Wars, and just about everything in between.
It's been getting harder and harder to find some good, wholesome stuff that a kid can watch that completely doesnt suck ASS for the adult.
Seriously, there is a LOT of total shit out there that anyone over 10 years old simply CANNOT sit through without puking.
So, one day i had the idea to try watching Little House on The Prarie with Mini-Me. I didnt know if he would be game for it, as its mostly a show about yucky girls and stuff, but i had a friend who had the first season on DVD, so i thought i'd give it a try.
I am secure enough in my manhood to admit that when i was a young'un, i used to LOVE Little House. I never mentioned it to any of my friends, of course, but i watched it religiously just the same. You know what? Screw them. They were probably sitting at home watching it, too.
Anyway, we watched the first episode and he LOVED IT.
I mean, really, really loved it. I was hoping he would enjoy the show and it would be a nice diversion to throw on once in a while, but my little man wants to devour this show!
Any day that we have a stretch of free time, he begs me to watch another episode.... and another... and another. Amazon is barely able to keep up with my purchase orders, as we continue to tear through the DVD's one after the other.
We're currently nearing the end of season 3, and i am happy to report that season 4 is all ready and waiting for us on top of the DVD player.
I must say, that show was ahead of its damn time. Those episodes are so well-written, and well-acted, that i find myself watching it with a big doofy grin on my face.
And, they take me back to my own childhood, when i used to watch Little House myself. Sometimes, while we're watching it, I glance over at Mini-Me and see such an expression of joy and wonder on his little face, that it makes me all giddy inside. It makes me very happy to have a great old show like this that we can watch together that both can get some enjoyment from.
Because that's what it's all about, isnt it? It sure as hell SHOULD be.
After our Little House marathons, i pick up the little tyke, and put the tuckered little guy to bed.
Then I go downstairs and watch porn.
That seems to fufil the ONE thing that Little House doesnt seem to be able to provide me....