Not books, but
Archie loaded our Netflix queue with the movies of our youth. Ones we thought the boys would love to watch and that we'd enjoy watching with them. We knew that there was a chance that they'd think the movies are lame, but our hope is that they'll love them as much as we do and that we're not quite ready for the nursing home.
We started with The Lost Boys.
I don't remember all of the comedy in the movie, nor how cool the Grandfather is. As an adult, you pick up on those things a bit easier.
There was one moment when Gavin screamed in terror.
Michael was turning into a vampire and fell to the floor, crushing a carton of milk to floor. Well, you know Gavin and his milk. He was terrorized!
As the credits rolled, we waited with bated breath to hear if the boys liked the movie or not. Silas had laughed at all of the funny parts and Gavin seemed to like it.
"Mom, can we watch that again tomorrow night?"
We're saved from the nursing home just yet!
Stay posted to see what we're serving up next weekend!
Oh, and yes ... The Lost Boys is rated R (the boys will be touting THAT all over school next week), but a 1986 R rating is equal to PG-13 these days.