David and I love going to the movies. As a matter of fact it used to be one of our favorite things to do on a Saturday. Parents warned us that once we had kids that this would be a selfish indulgence that would be hard to continue. But like most new parents we had these giddy and ridiculous ideas that we would be “different”. We read the books, we knew the importance of “making time”, of not allowing the baby to “alter your life”. Oh how cute. Needless to say I can probably count on one hand how many movies I’ve seen in the theater since Lucy was born — which was in 2004. Yep, I’m counting in years.

Instead our movie palette has turned to the dizzying array of animated films. I have become quite the expert on talking animals, nursery rhymes and those absurd, disgustingly trite stories of Blues Clues, Dora the Explorer, and Barbie. (OH MY GOSH I’M ACTUALLY SUPPORTING BARBIE!!! BARBIE – THE DEVIL OF THE FEMINIST MOVEMENT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!)

However, there are some beacons of true entertainment and wonderful scriptwriting in this bastion of bright-colored films. My favorite at the moment is “Flushed Away” with singing slugs, great set design, and wonderful voices provided by Hugh Jackman and Kate Winslet. I actually think I like this film more than the kids and I genuinely laugh every time we watch it. With lyrics like “poor poor Roddy flushed down his own potty” how can you go wrong?