School Of Real
Confronted with an unexpected, last-minute playdate cancellation yesterday, I decided it was time for me to bring out the big guns. Yes, that's right: I decided it was time to go rent "School Of Rock" and force M to sit down and watch it with me. Teh awesum rock funneh: let me show you it.
Simply and directly put, I demand that any child of mine like this movie. I mean, if she didn't enjoy Jack Black in that film, and laugh voluminously at his amped-up rock-geek antics, I'd pretty much have to assume that something went awry at the hospital, and our real daughter was switched at birth with a bland and humorless imposter-child. OMG, she'd probably hate on Spinal Tap, too. WOE!
(Meanwhile, I'd imagine our biological kid off somewhere in rural Virginia, tormented by her faux parents love of Contemporary Country-Western, openly poo-pooing "Coal Miner's Daughter" and instinctively condemning Loretta Lynn as "a second-rate hack wannabe Patsy Cline." Atta girl!)
ANYWAY, of course she loved it. So much so that now she's asking to go visit Jack Black, wondering aloud if he'd teach her to play electric guitar, if she could be in his rock band. Yeah, the line between fiction and reality is still a little blurry for our girl. I'm not clear on whether this ongoing fantasy-reality mash-up is normal for a kid her age, but we mostly try to roll with it. The other day she asked, quite earnestly, if we could hang out in our backyard that night and wait for Totoro and his ghost bunny friends to come play with her. Involuntarily, I chuckled slightly at this, and her error dawned on her. "Mommy, is Totoro a real thing, or not?" It pained me a little to have to answer honestly, to fulfill my duty to reveal the truth to her, and in doing so drain just a little more magic from her world.
PS: Have you seen how awesome and gorgeous the Self-Portrait Truthiness pool is getting? I am in AWE of you ladies, your beauty and bravery. AWE, FO REALS.
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damn it, I hate that. Drainage sucks. However,
"wondering aloud if he'd teach her to play electric guitar, if she could be in his rock band." that's some hot funny right there!
Posted by: denise | March 12, 2008 at 10:28 AM
Dylie loves that movie too. There is a real live School of Rock near our house (I think it's a franchise). Tempted to sign her up.
Posted by: foodmomiac | March 12, 2008 at 10:37 AM
There is a Paul Green School of Rock Music here in the B-More...
515 West Cold Spring Lane!
http://www.schoolofrock.com/baltimore/contact_school.php
Not that you should force anything. I know that wasn't the point of the story.
But it's right by Miss Shirley’s which has KILLER grits and other bad for you but tasty southern-style food. And the indie coffee shop the Evergreen which has goood coffee and food and wireless internet.
Posted by: BaltimoreGal | March 12, 2008 at 11:25 AM
BaltimoreGal: OMFG!!! (dies)
we have to wait until she's 7, sadly. still, AWESOME.
Posted by: sweetney | March 12, 2008 at 11:34 AM
Hey! I thought MY kid was the only one around here who has a big, stuffed Totoro! (Love that movie.)
Posted by: Asha {Parent Hacks} | March 12, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Well, 7 is not too far away. You can start getting her prepped for the slavedriving now...
Posted by: BaltimoreGal | March 12, 2008 at 01:47 PM
Perhaps this is a little off subject, but the Paul Green School of Rock is awesome! If you haven't seen the kids perform you should. They play at the 8x10 and the next show is a tribute to Bowie. These kids rock...they make me weep a little because they are so cute doing it...but they're so good.
Posted by: kerri | March 12, 2008 at 01:48 PM
Well, I'm a grown woman obsessed with Harry Potter and the magic it entails. Sometimes I think I forget it's not real too.
Posted by: Michelle | March 12, 2008 at 02:14 PM
M knows a good thing when she sees it.
Posted by: Maria | March 12, 2008 at 03:39 PM
Well, I posted a pic there, and two things:
1) I've never gotten that many views on Flickr in that short a time before - WOW, and
2) I had a really hard time not typing a shitload of disclaimers on that picture. I had to delete a few derogatory things I wrote on my pic, in fact. That was hard.
Posted by: Melanie | March 12, 2008 at 04:44 PM
My two year old LOVES School of Rock and will watch it a couple of times a week (daily if she got her way) and calls it her "Band Moobie." She watches it with either her wee little "tar" (actualla Yuke) or her drus (metal bowls and wooden spoons) and sometimes both.
It's a product of us never getting around to purchasing kid movies, and one I'm willing to put up with. As a matter of fact, I just might encourage it.
Posted by: Andy | March 12, 2008 at 11:55 PM
i have a catbus keychain....
Posted by: christine stephens | March 13, 2008 at 11:08 AM
How cute! School of Rock is a favorite around here. Luckily I never had to question my son's true genetics, since he already begs for a mohawk and can sing along with almost every Ramones song. It was a given that he'd love it. LOL
Posted by: Summer | March 13, 2008 at 09:54 PM
How cute! School of Rock is a favorite around here. Luckily I never had to question my son's true genetics, since he already begs for a mohawk and can sing along with almost every Ramones song. It was a given that he'd love it. LOL
Posted by: Summer | March 13, 2008 at 10:00 PM
How cute! School of Rock is a favorite around here. Luckily I never had to question my son's true genetics, since he already begs for a mohawk and can sing along with almost every Ramones song. It was a given that he'd love it. LOL
Posted by: Summer | March 13, 2008 at 10:00 PM