I finally took “Kung Fu Panda” out of the car. Enough is enough. It had been playing on that little screen all week. I never realized how much time we pass in the car. We don’t have any long commutes. Our routine stops are all close by. But we managed to play and replay “Kung Fu Panda” about 6 times, at least. I lost count on Thursday.
On Saturday, we put on the radio, trying to break free of the Panda’s kung fu grip. But I forgot the DVD was still in the console. The kids just flipped down the screen and supplied all the diaglogue over the noise of the radio, verbatim.
“He was so deadly, in fact, that his enemies would go blind from over-exposure to pure awesomeness!” they whooped and giggled.
We pulled into Costco for some free samples and a few supplies. Luke strutted down the aisles kicking and kung fu chopping the thin air with a fierce gusto. The plastic gloved sample lady was no match for his bodacity! In his mind, he was Tai Lung. He was being held captive and must escape! Lucky for us, he could still be coaxed back into his seat belt with a churro. I guess his body doesn’t know he’s the dragon warrior yet.
And what have they all requested for lunch everday? “Po’s noodles.” (aka, cup-o-noodle soup.) Broth runs through their veins.
“Be careful! That soup is…sharp.”
I would also like to thank the person who drove through McDonald’s 8 times in one week during the summer of 2008 to collect all of the “Kung Fu Panda” Happy Meal toys, and then donate them to our favorite thrift store. Without you, this obsession wouldn’t be complete. For only two bucks and a quick hot bath in a Windex solution, they have given Luke and Dean hours of kung fu fun. Just this morning, Luke was waiving Tai Lung in the air over Dean’s head roaring, “Finally, a worthy opponent. Our battle will be legendary!”
Right now they are both on the trampoline demonstrating their prowess and flexibility. Well, more like Luke’s prowess, and Dean’s flexibility. I’d better get out there.
Little does Luke know that I am the true Dragon Warrior.