Saturday, January 29, 2011

Back to the Future

For some reason, I felt like watching Back to the Future this past summer, thought it would be harmless, and never anticipated the obsession that would follow.  Ben immediately took to the movie and when he found out that there were three films, he went completely out of his mind.  When he saw that they give ample time to a train resuce in Part III, he nearly had to be hospitalized.  He watched all three films throughout the second half of the summer.  As I rewatched them with him, I noticed that there was more language than I had recalled, but talked to him about some of the bad words and asked him to please not call anyone "butthead."  He abliged and we have been enjoying the movies since.  When I saw that a DeLorean car was available, I ordered it for him.  He loved it.  He loved it so much that it's in my "to fix" drawer while missing several pieces.  Also, Ben has all three movie posters hanging over his bed and I laugh whenever I look up into his room, as I back the car out of the driveway, and see those posters hanging in a five-year-old's room.  One night, while tucking Ben into bed, he looked at me, laughed and said, "Dad, are you telling me this sucker is nuclear."  I laughed until I had tears in my eyes. 

All we need is matching calculator watches.  GREAT SCOTT!
Ben has been caught at daycare re-enacting the train scene that climaxes the third film and Jack informed me, just tonight, out of the clear blue that Back to the Future II is his favorite.  When Ben explained that the train is in Back to the Future III, Jack changed his vote.  This past Christmas, we took our love of the Back to the Future films to a whole new level.  When Ben's Grandparents bought him an orange puffy vest, I made the comment that it looked like Marty McFly's "life preserver."  Ben readily agreed.  As the weeks at home, following the holidays, wore on, I decided I had to have a similar vest.  So now Ben and I can dress up like Marty McFly any time we wish.  What are you looking at butthead?
Even though Jack's vest isn't authentic, we still let him play with us.  We just call him Einstein.

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