We've planned a birthday party for my son on Saturday. He's turning six and he'll take a bunch of his friends to a movie to celebrate. Normally, since it's his birthday, I'd let him see the G-rated film of his choice. But this time, I vetoed his selection.
James chose to see "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie". Now that he's too old to watch Treehouse TV, he sees ads. The ads for "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie" did what they were designed to do, because both he and his 3-year old sister were sold. When I found out I'd have to sit through "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie" on Saturday, I pulled rank.
I love my son, but watching "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie" is cruel and unusual punishment and I just won't do it. At least "Alvin and the Chipmunks" has David Cross in it, and I can ride 92 minutes on fumes of nostalgia.
Sorry James, I don't care if it's your birthday, I ain't watching "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie".
