I took my niece and nephew to see Oz The Great and Powerful last weekend. They loved it. (But they also chose watching Larry the Cable Guy’s Tooth Fairy 2 over getting donuts, so their judgment is suspect.) I did not love the movie, for a number of reasons. One of the reasons was that it didn’t seem to respect women. I was thinking about blogging my thoughts but I waited long enough and the internet did it for me. You should go read about it.
In other thoughts, while waiting for the movie to begin my nephew was explaining some rule that exists in his house and how his mom said it was the rule so it was clearly the rule and clearly needed to be taken seriously. And I felt like responding, “Kid, your mom is just my big sister, and she’s just making things up as she goes along. Also, nothing bad really happens if you don’t listen to her. Trust me.” But instead I just nodded. But dude, his mom is just my sister. And somehow she’s convinced three little kids to trust everything she says.
With 2 Ys 
I knooooow. It’s so true. The first time it really hit me was a few years ago when Mia said, “Gideon, Mommy said we can’t do that.” And then they both stopped. They didn’t even know I overheard them. And I thought, “You totally bought me saying that? Score.” Because I am very surprised sometimes that they take me seriously and especially that I am The Mom. Usually I just feel like a guardian who loves them a whole bunch, but not The Mom. My friends have not experienced this feeling, which makes me wonder if they’re better adjusted people to not step back and shake their heads at this role or if I am because I do.
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Big guffaw!
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