I was having lunch with Julia at school when she told me the names of all the kids in her kindergarten class who had seen SW III and why couldn't she see it? Chad and I had already told her after we saw it Saturday that she was going to have to wait until she was quite a bit older to see it. Obviously, not all parents feel the way we do. Right in front of us in the movie was a family with a baby and a boy who looked to be about four. What is with these parents?
While I'm on a self-righteous kick, here's what Julia's friend had in his lunchbox today: Three Slim Jims, four large marshmallows, jello, orange soda, cheetos.
I'm such a good mom, I can't stand myself.