We don’t have a 12-year-old. It’s been a while since I posted, but not that long.
No, our 8-year-old, Slim, is the oldest. So he’ll be staying home to watch his three siblings while Kick Ass Wife and I don our flaming unitards and head to the theater to see Katniss and the gang get all primal on one another.
And speaking of getting all primal, KAW read the entire HG trilogy in the last 10 days after I downloaded them to her phone. Pretty impressive considering she has a full-time job. (Sleep deprivation, anyone?)
I don’t know why we’ve gotten into these books. Maybe because any one of the scenes involving the Cornucopia could be a reenactment of every meal served at our dining table ever.
Believe me, Hellcat could give Katniss a serious run for her money, especially if it involved who got the pink Dora cup rather than the blue Toy Story one. The 4-year-old tribute is ruthless when it comes to plastic dinnerware.
Anyway, may the odds ever be in your favor.
And I’m referring to getting tickets.
