Some of the jokes in this flick, however, can come back to bite you on the butt if your children repeat them around those who have not experienced either the comedic rantings of Chris Rock or watched Madagascar.
Case in point:
This week I entered my first art show. It was exciting and excruciatingly painful all at the same time. Having complete strangers view and critique the paintings that have a little of my soul in each of them bothered me more than I thought it would. I didn't sleep much once my art was in the hands of other artists and jurors.
At the awards reception, Ainsley sat on a chair next to my mother, munching on chocolate covered pretzels and gobbling cheese squares as fast as she could. I stood on my toes trying to see and hear what was going on at the front of the room. A woman with a very delicate voice and no microphone was presenting the awards.
Eventually, most people had stopped shuffling, coughing, and whispering. At that point it was quite apparent whenever a cell phone rang. At least five people received calls during the ceremony. I was really starting to get ticked off about it when my own phone alarm sounded to remind me of something I was supposed to do at 6:00. It was very embarrassing.
That wasn't quite as bad as when Ainsley decided to add to the moment her own humorous interpretation of Marty the Zebra by shouting,
"Excuse me! Your biting my butt!"
The elderly man standing in front of me turned around and glared at Ainsley, then at my mother. I sidestepped a couple of feet away from them both so it wouldn't look like I was with them. And as luck would have it, the meek little lady announcing the winners, called my name just in time for me to high-tail it to the front of the room and get even further away before anyone could accuse me of having a vulgar child.
1 comment:
Congrats on your award! It's so cool to be recognized for you work.
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