Snakes on a plane

Last night, the step-Moon girl couldn’t eat food at the dinner table without noise.  So, she turned on the tv to a channel that was showing nothing anyone wanted to watch and proceeded to consume her meal.  After eating, she did what all teens do, got up and left.  I did as well as Moonlet and me decided to play loud music for a while.  After jamming for thirty minutes or so, I decided I needed a breather and hid out on my computer, which has its own room.  After just a little bit, like thirty minutes or so, I heard this horrid screaming coming from the living room.  So, I had to check it out.  Well, when I got there, my five year old boy, thanks to the total neglect and abject carelessness of the step-Moon, was perched comfortably on the couch with some munchies taking in Snakes on a Plane .  This, to say the least, bothered me.  So, I did the only rational thing I could think of.  I joined him to explain that things weren’t quite as bad as what they were acting like in the movie.  There were good snakes, and bad snakes.  Planes don’t fall apart when you ride them.  He was shooting the other guy at close range to make him feel better.  You know, the soft touch on all the stuff.  It was actually kind of fun once I realized the boy wasn’t going to be traumatized.  However, when it was over, he said the most horrifying thing that I didn’t have an easy explanation to:

“I want to see it again.”