This afternoon I took the twinkies (and John) to see Cars 2. I might have told them it did not come out until today in an effort to avoid the throngs of germ infested children opening week.
I took a little nappy poo. Totally worth the $7. Totally.
When I woke up I had a moment of realization with Jackson.
Spoiler Alert!! The following content may contain spoilers about the film Cars 2. If you want to maintain the element of surprise you should stop reading now. Also, if you can’t figure out or actually care how Cars 2 ends you might want to rethink your blog subscription.
So, I woke up, wiped the drool from the corners of my mouth and checked to make sure all my boys were still alive. I think I missed about 45 minutes. We were at the final scary moments with Tow Mater hanging in a clock tower, desperate to find a way to save Lightening McQueen. (Or, as he’s known around here Lightening The Queen.)
I looked at Reese and he was nervously shoving handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. I peeked at Jackson and he was panicked.
PANICKED.
He reached out and grabbed my hand.
It occurred to me that he was genuinely worried about Mater and Lightening The Queen. Worried that Mater might actually get crushed in the clock tower and Lightening might explode. Scared. They’re real to him.
He hasn’t seen every animated film made in the last 15 years. Twice.
He doesn’t know that the main characters are always ok. He doesn’t know that even though Cars 2 is only an average movie, there will be a Cars 3. It’s already written and budgeted.
I could see the concern on his little face. Feel him clutching my hand tighter as the pace picked up and the danger got closer. He loves Lightening The Queen. He loves Mater. He honestly did not know if they were going to survive.
He didn’t know and he was scared.
Poor little guy.
It reminded me of John when he was about this age. At dinner one evening we asked he and Taryn what they wanted to be when they grew up. Taryn said she wanted to be either a teacher or a singer. John said he wanted to be a Jedi Knight. Dallas said, “no, really what do you want to be?”
John replied, “I want to be a Jedi Knight.”
“Come on John, you can’t be a Jedi Knight. Star Wars isn’t real.”
John burst into tears. He was inconsolable. He really wanted to be a Jedi Knight, just like Luke Skywalker.
He did not know that Star Wars wasn’t real.
Poor little guy.
Twinisms 
Love this! I too wanted to be a Jedi Knight as a kid (obviously as my daughter’s name is Leia). Oh to live in a world were all things are possible. Yes cars can talk, have feelings and survive with stickers for headlights. Yes there is a force that move what ever I want to me so I don’t have to get up and get it. Yes I am adopted and my parents are royalty and not the weirdos who claim to be my parents. Ahh the innocents of youth.
I sometimes wish I could go back to when everything was easy!
What do you mean Jedi Knights aren’t real???
It’s shocking, I know:)
I love it when can take a nap in the cinemas…used to do it all the time before kids. Plan to do a helluva lot of it in the near future 🙂
It’s the best thing ever sister!
I went to see Cars 2 with my 5 year old Shooter, my 4 year old niece Leia, and her twin my 4 year old nephew Luke (yes my brother is a huge Star Wars nerd and his son was heartbroken when he found out his name wasn’t Luke Skywalker but Luke Evan). I think 112 minutes is far to long for little kids like mine. They started losing him and then the clock action started and they got him back. I am hoping we will be much older by the time Cars 3 comes out or out of the country. 🙂
I bow down to your brother in respect.
I slept too much to know what you are taking about. But clearly, it was too long!
My 5 yo daughter asks me on a regular basis when she is going to turn into a mermaid, as though this will happen just like she will sprout breasts someday. That’s also what she wants to be when she grows up. We’ll tell her it wont happen when she’s older. And can handle it.
Or she’ll be some crazy person that actually thinks they are a mermaid.
But, no matter…have some wine…
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My husband thinks he’s a Jedi. And he’s 30. ’nuff said.