La has a new favorite movie. And so do I. It's called Juno, and I think I'm the last person on the planet to see it. If there exists a reader who has not seen this practically-perfect work of art: GO RENT IT (Grandma Fern: Before you add this to your NetFlix list, I think you should be warned ... I'm pretty sure you'll appreciate the dry humor of Juno about as much as you appreciated the raw, unfiltered emotion of Crash when I made you watch that with me ... just a warning).
I have now watched it 8 and a half times. The first two times, I watched it sans-La, but the third time was Friday night, and I was having some of my girlfriends over, and we all wanted to watch it. La was there, so I let her watch it with us. It's rated PG-13, which means La has 9 more years until she's technically supposed to be able to watch it. But, for some reason, I disregarded that and allowed her to watch it (and by "watch" I mean steadily stare at the TV screen and bat at me to leave her alone if I so much as kiss her cheek ... "MOM! STOP! I'm watching MY MOVIE!!!"). And then we watched it 5 more times together. We actually watched it this morning before we left for school/work.
Last night, I was walking up the stairs with La and we were discussing chocolate:
Me: I think we should have eggs for dinner tonight
La: I think we should have chocolate for dinner tonight
Me: Maybe we can have chocolate AFTER dinner
La: I don't want DINNER!
Me: It's breakfast for supper ... It's your favorite, La
La: Are you talking like Juno to me, home-skillet?
All I can say is, as far as daughters go, La is totally boss.
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