Grumpy and I went to the moving picture theatre on Saturday night to see King Kong. Grumpy has reviewed the movie elsewhere. I'll just say this: it was entertaining enough. And, kids, in this crazy world in which we live, that's probably all you need.
I had a sense through the movie that Grumpy was identifying somewhat with our furry friend: his outbursts of temper, his stinky breath and the nightly aggravation of those bats! Little did I realise how far it had gone until I tried to prod him awake on Sunday morning and a voice buried deep beneath a pillow cried, "You dare awake the mighty Kong?"