Hungry for Oz

Last night I took a couple of the teen boys to see Hunger Games 2. It was a rollicking, dramatic good show although crunching a long book into a movie means there were a few hands up for question time on the way home.

Ooh, ooh, I know this one….

The husband stayed home and watched the Wizard of Oz with the girl childs. The 11 year old dobbed on him and told me this morning he stayed awake for the whole thing and sang along to all the songs. She rolled her eyes at this point because she is eleven. They roll a lot and I have had them checked and, yes, she now has glasses.

It's hip to be square…apparently.

Back to Oz. This morning Shorty Divine asked to watch it again. Her dad had gone to a crack of dawn activity and I was up getting the other girl ready for a swimming carnival so I put it on for her and pulled up a chair to watch. It was more fun watching her watching the movie. Her face when they land in Oz ("the beautiful garden") was pure gold!

She tried to explain the nuances in case it was over my head. "The house went up in the wind. It landed on a bad witch. They have to go on the yellow brick road." You get it.

She also said with dreamy eyes, as Dorothy sang about the rainbow, "It's reeeally nice, Mum." Nobody said that after the Hunger Games. Sometimes it feels good to watch something reeeally nice.

She's taking Oz to Nanna's tomorrow. I'm sure she and Grandad will thoroughly enjoy it together. He'll sing along. Some things cross age and fashion and decades to still make you feel good especially if you are with the right person.

As the Wizard may well have said to Dorothy when he sent her to ditch the witch, "May the odds be ever in your favour."