PSoTD

A few weeks ago I snuck Monty Python and the Holy Grail into our NetFlix queue. This is one of the silliest movies of all time, and also one of my favorite comedies, and it had been quite a while since I had watched it, and I thought our oldest would enjoy it.

Of course, she was not happy that I had knocked some other movie she wanted to see back further in the queue, so she started with a chip on her shoulder. Plus, it was an old movie. 1975? Was it black and white? C'mon, Dad.

I shot back: C'mon, you like Jaws and Close Encounters of the Third Time and they're from the same time frame. She was barely mollified, but she and I and her brother sat down with some popcorn to watch MP on Saturday night.

I'm not going to deny it. I laughed out loud several times. Still. I had to skip the final part about Sir Galahad and Castle Anthrax, but it took me until the spanking scene was about to begin to remember what was coming wasn't really appropriate for the kids. Our son laughed out loud several times, at predictable times. He loved the killer rabbit, and the Black Knight. Oh, and the French throwing the cow. And I heard him say "Knights that say Ni!" a couple of times.

Our daughter? Begrudging at best. She liked the Bridge of Death Scene. "Blue. No YeAAAAAAGH!" she laughed a couple of times. And she also wanted to watch the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog scene over, which we did. But at the end, she said she didn't really like it.

I'll be listening these next few weeks for her to repeat some of the movie's lines. That's how the Monty Python infection starts, and then it builds. We'll see.