Most weekends my husband and I like to unwind by watching a movie. Unfortunately, sometimes a crazy, hectic day leaves us with little viewing time. On such nights we usually manage to fit in one of our favorite Star Trek episodes before exhaustion knocks us out.
Such was the case last weekend when a late work day for my husband made us push back our dinner date with our almost eighteen year-old son. Which, of course, meant by the time we got home and got all of the kids to bed, the time was pushing toward ten thirty.
But we felt the need to relax and do nothing before we could settle down to sleep, so we determined to watch an episode of Star Trek the Next Generation.
Well, that was our intent.
We turned on the TV and the blue-ray player to access Netflix. However, our daughter had left a movie in the player. Barbie, and a whole lot of pink filled the screen: Barbie and the Fairy Secret. I jokingly leaned over and asked my husband if he wanted to watch it.
He must have been pretty tired, since he said he'd give it ten minutes, and if he was completely sickened we'd have to turn it off.
So we let the movie play.
And surprisingly after ten minutes we found ourselves laughing. Admittedly, sometimes because the movie was pathetically cheesy, but at other times because it was genuinely funny. (Ken's tiny pink clip-on wings were quite hilarious ) So we kept watching. Fortunately, we were too tired to be annoyed at the rapid reversal of feelings between Barbie and her worst enemy at the end.
When our eight year-old came out to use the bathroom, my husband quickly snatched up the remote and paused the movie, not wanting to be caught watching it. But by the next morning, all of our kids knew the truth. Mom and Dad had watched the Barbie movie.
Not only that, but Dad was quoting it. More than once.
And so was our eighteen year-old. Apparently he'd watched it, too.
This weekend, I'm hoping for a movie with a little more substance. Hotel Transylvania is waiting on the bookshelf.