Today I clawed my way through owl vomit, searching for bones, all in the name of education.
Don’t let them fool you, homeschooling isn’t all denim jumpers, Bible reading and wood chopping. Today it included a table of four and five-year-olds, two magnifying glasses, blue tweezers and animal particles covered in sterilized gastrointestinal juices.
We did find several tiny skulls. Mostly birds, possibly a shrew. All of this gave me a bad feeling about the owl. Because, sure, it’s eating to stay alive and it’s the call of the wild to feast on other birds and animals smaller than itself, but if I ran around eating small children or pet monkeys I don’t suspect you’d call me “wise.”
After washing our hands thoroughly we all piled back into Stella the Suburban and headed home. Since we drive an hour to our weekly school meeting, our in-seat DVD players are very handy.
Movie of choice? Cars.
We watched that movie so many times. I mean so many times. Dos considers Lightening McQueen one of her uncles.
Every single time we watch the movie, I get teared up. From the moment Doc Hudson says, “Hot snot! We are back in business!” at the Piston Cup race-off the lump forms in my throat.
No fail, when Luigi performs the speediest pit stop ever seen and gets Lightening back on the track, my nose starts to hurt and it gets hard to swallow.
But when Lightening screeches to a stop and goes back to help The King cross the finish line and they have the close up Doc Hudson’s smiling grill… that’s when I clear my throat, blink furiously, and think, “aw, shucks. This is the greatest movie ever.”
Today I was blinking furiously and thinking all of these thoughts and realized it’s been five years I’ve been loving this movie. Five years, five thousand viewings and I’m still getting choked up each time.
That’s it, Cars is officially the best movie ever made.
(followed closely by the cutting edge and a league of their own.)
I’m thankful Cars was produced. Yet another little bit of thankfulness for you. What are your all-time favorite movies?