Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Boys, Celebrations, Connections, Family, Humor, Life Lessons, Mothering, Mothers and Sons, Parenting | Posted on 08-05-2012
Tags: bonding, family, Mothers, movie, parenting, pet, Snakes on a Plane, son, togetherness
Ophidiophobia = the fear of snakes. Yeah, I got that.
If my kids ever ask me, “Mom, can I get a pet snake?”
Snakes at museums? I can handle that. Because there are padlocks on the lids. But snakes on the loose? Indiana Jones and I. We both hate snakes.
So, the movie selection with my newly-minted-13-year-old son? Snakes on a Plane. OMG.
- A snake peeping out of the overhead storage bin? Hell no.
- A snake striking out of the toilet? Hell no.
- A snake slithering up your leg when you have nodded off? Hell no.
- A snake sneaking into your purse and then–surprise–you find it while rummaging around for some gum. Hell no.
- A snake attacking the co-pilot? Hell no.
But I wanted to be cool Mom. So we watched, side by side, as the snakes peeped and struck and slithered and snuck and attacked.
Here’s a teensy little clip that made us bust up laughing (don’t proceed if you don’t like swearing…me? #sailormouth):
You and me both, SLJ, you and me both.