Movies

Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE movies. I'll watch anything, really. Uh, I take that back. Not a big fan of horror which is strange 'cause I can actually do gore makeup and it's my favorite genre of theatre make-up.
Kris and I are members of Blockbuster online and it's fantastic!
So, I rented the movie Juno the other day and I loved this movie. One of the funniest I've seen in a while but I should warn that the humor lies in the dryness of it all.
But I digress. I eagerly anticipate every movie that comes in my mailbox and love it even more when I can exchange it in store.
The next rental I have scheduled to grace the tin box down the street is Indiana Jones, numero uno. Now, my son is only 7 and I am pretty careful about the things I let him watch. I wouldn't say I'm the movie Nazi or anything but he does have a tendency to act out scenes (not sure where that comes from), most of which involves fighting and "kicking butt".
I was hoping that, despite the website telling me it wouldn't be here 'til tomorrow, I could open up my box and see that pretty blue and white envelope staring back at me.
Now, I have a tendency to play things up with my son. Everything's fun, everything's exciting. This, I am now learning, has become a curse. I also have a tendency to get his hopes up on things that I really have no control over. For example, I tell him he can go play over at a friend's house when we get home and suddenly the friend is not home.
I have also promised "movie nights" only to find out that the movie is not available.
I must say, though, that today was different. I was hoping to see the movie in the mailbox but there was that part of me that thought it wouldn't come so I chose (hold your breath) to not mention it so as to not 'cause a let down if it wasn't there. (Self-Control!? What's that?)
We got home, the movie hadn't come and he knows nothing of the action packed emotions that I had built up in me to tell or not to tell.
I come to find that he's perfectly happy playing a video game and calling it a night.
Ah, the simplicity of a child.