Little Indy

I’m not sure how Brae’s recent infatuation with this little guy developed.

In fact, I’m pretty certain that when The Crystal Skull was released on DVD, I had to beg him to just SIT STILL for a few hours so that we could be disappointed watch it together. At the time, he was completely uninterested in any movie in which the characters were not at least partially animated. And I’ll confess, The Crystal Skull was not exactly the best choice to try and build that bridge over to the land of real actors, but regardless- he wasn’t into it.

As opposed to now, when it’s THE ONLY REASON HE EXISTS ON THIS PLANET.

So what’s changed? Nothing as far as I can tell, but from the moment he spotted the Indiana Jones Legos at Target, he HAD to have them. And then he HAD to come home and watch Raiders of the Lost Ark. And then The Temple of Doom. And then that one with River Phoenix and even more Nazis’. He even took on the underachieving Crystal Skull again.

I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that I allowed him to A: watch Indiana Jones in all his pistol-whipping-throat-punching-just-generally-violent- glory and B: Spread these movies out over the course of only two days, watching them back-to-back and pausing only to eat and sleep. I’m not sure which makes me worse of a parent, but there it is. He’s obsessed.

And wouldn’t you know, again I am encouraging his new obsession.

Because anything is better than monster trucks.