We DVR'ed The Grinch from TV when it was on a few weeks ago. It was kind of an afterthought, as I rushed to hit the button, thinking, "Ooh, this could be a DVD that I don't have to buy." If Jack likes it, that is.
(Side note: Meet the Parents was on right before the Grinch started. So, at the beginning of the recording, we have ten seconds of Ben Stiller doing his kung fu moves into the hidden camera -- remember that bit? I maintain that it's some of Ben Stiller's finest work, because in every other thing he does, he's visibly trying too hard. It makes him seem constipated in some fundamental way. But, I digress.)
Anyway, Jack not only likes the Grinch.
Jack LOVES HIM SOME GRINCH.
In an effort to make sure Jack understood the meaning of the Grinch, Durel and I asked Jack what he thought it was about.
Jack: I don't know.
Me, hopeful still: Jack, what is the meaning of Christmas?
Me: What the Grinch means is that Christmas isn't about presents. It means that Christmas is in our hearts.
Me: Jack, where is Christmas?
Jack, obligingly: In our hearts.
I mean, I'll take it. Right? Also, I learned that the Grinch has taught us other things. Last night, I made barbecue chicken for dinner. (Crock pot. Delicious, if I say so myself.) I cut some up and gave it to Jack, who promptly scrunched up his nose.
Jack: I don't like that.
Me: It's barbecue chicken! Try it.
Me: It's roast beast, Jack.
Jack: ROAST BEAST! [begins gobbling]
So, there you have it.
1. Roast beast is delicious.
Hope your day involves unexpected kung fu AND roast beast.