Being Dad

Being a father is fraught with danger…

Movie Madness April 15, 2013

What is it that I watch more of, than practically anything else?

Would it be sport? I love to watch rugby and cricket.

Might it be action movies? I do love a good war flick.

Maybe it’s documentaries? Give me a doco on Africa or sharks, and I will sit there for hours.

Sadly, it’s none of these. What I watch most of, are children’s shows. Well, specifically one in particular.

You see, children have this uncanny knack of being able to watch the same show – over, and over, and over again. Back-to-back is no problem either.

Missy doesn’t watch a large amount of TV, but when she does, it is invariably the same movie.

Peter Pan.

She adores it. She even wakes up in the morning some days, a little teary.

“What’s up, Pumpkin?”

“Peter Pan didn’t come to visit last night”

She is besotted by the story. This presents a problem for me.

1)    I have now seen it 50 times. I am sick to death of it

2)    She watches it in French, so not only am I sick of it, but also, I don’t even understand it.

But that doesn’t dissuade her. With uncanny certainty after a day out, we will get home:

“Do you want to watch a movie my little peanut?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“ ‘Something with Bruce Willis, perhaps?

(Arms crossed, pouting) “No! Peter Pan!!”

It should come as no surprise, I suppose. When my niece was a little girl, I lived in Africa. Whenever I would come home to Sydney for a visit, I would stay with her and my sister. At the time, my niece’s favourite movie was Oliver Twist. Not being a parent in those days, I made a rookie error. I expressed a keen desire to watch it with her.

What a good Uncle I was.

From then on, for several years at least, my visits were a signal to break out Oliver Twist, and watch it a minimum of twice a day.

What a nightmare I created.

I have thought about accidentally losing the Peter Pan DVD, but that would be bad, Daddy. My only hope is Missy moves onto something else. I have recently introduced her to Wallace and Gromit – now she wants a dog that can make breakfast and build a robot.  I can’t win.

 

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