He's 5, and he knows that my heart goes all fluttery for the whole singing-dancing-acting thing, especially when it relates to my childhood. I spent many evenings watching "Fame" with my family when I was growing up. And when we took Kid 2 to a movie for her birthday, and the preview for FAME started up, I could barely sit still. I humiliated my kids by singing along. "I'm gonna live forever, light up the sky like a flame. (Fame!) I feel it coming together. Baby, remember my name. (remember! remember! remember! remember!)"
That should be fun. It should be great. It has every reason to thrill me. But now I'm nervous to watch it.
See, my dad has this theory that PG-13 is code for "guaranteed to offend your mother" and guess what? I'm the mother now.