After the kids go to sleep we sometimes have a great idea.
We can watch a movie! We so rarely get to watch movies together, this will be great!
We login to Netflix. We start browsing.
We are so happy! Alone time at last!
We can pick a grown-up movie! No puppets, annoying songs or animals that talk!
I suggest a title:
But he says no.
I should have known. It has a woman on the cover. Any movie with a woman on the cover is highly suspect. It could be a chick flick. The only exception would be one that promises a healthy dose of gratuitous boobs. This one does not.
He suggests a title:
I say no.
Why must he select movies that feature guns, flames, blood and fast vehicles? People dying in explosions are a bonus.
I suggest another one. This time I’m careful to reach across the aisle. I’ll pick something that anyone would want to watch. Something neutral. A comedy or documentary.
But he still says no. He doesn’t even have a proper reason for saying no. He says something like “It looks dumb.” Sigh.
He suggests another title:
No. No way. This one is about demons eating babies or possessed children or something horrible. This is the opposite of what I want to watch.
We keep looking:
And looking more:
An hour passes.
Crap. What time is it?
It really is late.
And this is why we rarely watch movies.
Sometimes threatening with “I’m tired” actually results in him saying “Okay, whatever you want.” And vice versa too.
Sometimes we take turns picking the movie. No vetoing allowed. Course that usually results in the non-picker falling asleep halfway through.
And sometimes we actually agree right away.
But most of the time we just blame Netflix for sucking.
(Also, this post was inspired by Jill from this post on BabyRabies because she mentions doing this exact thing. Unfortunately, I still haven’t convinced Crappy Papa to watch that one yet. He sees Elmo and hides.)