I love Connor and Noah's faces here. Meanwhile, in typical Shelby fashion (she's a tough little nugget, takes a lot to scare her) she is more worried about the status of her popcorn.
Yup, you got it. Connor. He spent most of the rest of the movie watching it like this:
You may remember from our Creature Feature day (blog link here) that my boys….well, let's just say my boys need some toughening up. I'll work on that. Heh heh heh.
Well, yes ma'am, there ARE free popcorn refills here. But only if you say please!
I have to admit, it WAS fun to see Shelby get a bit rattled. And Noah spent most of the evening just like that, clutching his beloved blankie over his eyes.
Now, in order to make this activity count as Artsy Fartsy Friday (from my summer kid activity plan), I explained to the kids that movies are considered a cultural art. And they should be thought of in a critical manner and analyzed for relevance and application to real life. Be sure to think of the context in relation to current events. And most importantly, the essence of critical thinking centers not on answering questions but on questioning answers. After that little lecture, the scene was this:
Nah, just kidding! Can you really imagine ME spouting off some long, pompous speech like that? Oh, Mark would for sure, but not me. Just pass me more popcorn, please, and let's have some FUN!
But I did make the kids give their reviews. Shelby gave it a thumbs down, commenting "I weally liked the kids. But the ghosts were scwary." Noah, surprisingly, gave it a medium thumb, but he explained later that was only because one of the kids in the story was named Noah. Yup, correct character naming is a VERY important element to storytelling.
Connor insisted on giving his review in a written manner. Four and a half stars!
After a round of sitting in the dark and telling ghost stories, we realized Noah's head was about to explode. We DID give him the choice - he could either go upstairs (to the DARK ALONE upstairs) or stay downstairs with us and tell ghost stories. Poor kid. We should probably consider saving money for the therapy he'll need, during which he'll most likely blame his problems on his twisted mommy who took too much joy in scaring him. So, we finally turned the lights back on and then practiced our zombie faces!
Connor, of course, giving us the famous Connor eye-roll. Do zombies' eyes roll? We weren't sure if he was participating or not.
Mark's zombie face was pretty good.
But *I* definitely won the zombie face contest:
Zombied-out, we had a good round of watching Scooby-Doo's Creepiest Capers. For some reason, Noah can embrace Scooby Doo's creepy stuff, no problem.
I couldn't leave it at that, though, could I? I had Mark put a white curtain over his head and go outside and tap and rap and scratch the windows. Tiki (the dog) was completely freaking out and barking. I pretended to be scared. Noah could barely unglue his eyes from mesmerizing Scooby Doo, despite having watched it a million previous times. Connor rolled his eyes.
And Shelby summed it up best: "It's just Daddy. He's messed up." BWA HA! They think it's Mark behind all this. Heh heh heh.
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