Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Man From Snowy River

I made a huge error in judgment. I let Miriam and Cowen watch The Man from Snowy River. I even checked with Kami to see if she remembered any language in it. She didn't. Neither did I. There's plenty. Oops.

Worse than that--my children are obsessed. This morning, when I went down to let Cowen out of his room, he was riding his blue dog and yelling, "I'm the Man from Snowy River."

This morning at the breakfast table, Miriam said, very haughtily, "I'm Jessica." Miriam doesn't need any help sounding haughty.

Emeline has been walking around practicing the shrieking scream Jessica delivers when she falls off the cliff. Not as funny as you'd think, actually. Loud, rather.

My only excuse? I was really very tired of The Black Stallion and Black Beauty. This is the only other movie I own that stars a horse. Maybe I can borrow Pharlap from Wyatt.

3 comments:

Polly said...

This is the only movie my Grandms Conley owns and every week when we go over there Coen begs to watch it. So far he has only seen the first 15 min- and this is frankly a miracle with his attention span. Umm the first 15 minutes are clean- but I can't comment on the rest since I have never watched with a little kid and that changes your perception. Go Run On Sentences!!!!

Lynn said...

I do not remember it having language either! Strange.

I'm glad we have the TV Guardian.

Anonymous said...

The Man From Snowy River...mmm, I can quote the entire show, but I suppose I instinctively bleep the cuss words, or rather, I am just not well versed in Australian profanities. Personally, the show is spectacular; my personal favorite till the day they lay me in the ground. I had the name and the horse, I just always wanted the hair, then I got pregnant with my only son (so far), now I've got the hair.
Really, I wanted to say how I enjoyed your husband's apprehensions toward children at a temple open-house. We took our four just this past week, they were perfect, surprisingly. Actually, that would be a lie. Our youngest, girl, 20 months, was the worst. She didn't want to sit and listen in the sealing room. But a kind stranger stepped in the aisle at just the right moment. I wish more strangers would do that sometimes; frighten my kids to silence.