There’s a DVD player in our minivan and when we take a long road-trip we let the boys watch a movie to give us some peace and quiet (it’s ahhhhh-mazing).
At the start of a recent road-trip, Sharon pulled out a couple DVDs that she picked up at a yard-sale, one of which was a classic: The Three Stooges. I immediately said, oh man, give them that one.
They love that type of stuff — hell, they practically live The Three Stooges life without even knowing it. We gave them the DVD and began our road-trip.
For about 20 minutes there was nothing but silence from the boys and I distinctly remember saying to Sharon, Weird, I really thought this would make them laugh.
You can probably guess where this is heading…
A little while later, our 9 year old said, Mom, dad, there are some bad words in this movie,
and I assumed he meant bad words
such as jerk or idiot, etc. I told him, It’s OK, that’s just how the Stooges are (or something along those lines).
90 minutes later they took their headphones off and our 7 year old said, “I didn’t see any Stooges,” and it finally dawns on us: Sharon and I didn’t open the DVD case to see the disc inside — what did they just watch?
Sharon reached back, found the eject button, and grabbed the disc: Office Space.
Eh; it could’ve been much worse.