Toy Story.

On Saturday night I was sitting on the couch with my 17 year old son, Elliott. I sat down for a little "rest" from my chores, in between loads of laundry, and the first Toy Story movie came on the Disney Channel. So we watched it.

The last time he and I were watching a show together I was full of comments .... he said, "Mom, really? Do you talk this much to the T.V. when you're alone too?"

Hmmm. I had to think about that for a minute. (It was one of those questions like, When a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a noise?) I said, "Maybe. I'm not sure. Sorry, is it annoying?"

He said, "Kind of."

So as we were watching Toy Story, I had to make a conscientious effort not to make comments out loud. It didn't work that well. Like when I said, "Hey, did you notice Andy's mom's hair? It looked brown when she was on the stairs and now in his room it looks blonde with dark roots."

Elliott looked over at me and didn't even have to say what I knew he was thinking.

I said, "You know your mom would be a really good continuity director for the movies. I always notice things like that." (Like recently, in Letters to Juliet, when Sophia was walking out of her office building in a white shirt and pants. Her shirt was tucked in as she walked out of the building, but untucked when she came around the corner in the next scene. I really do catch stuff like that ALL the time.)

He kept reaching over and patting me on the leg saying, "It's just a cartoon Mom, it isn't real life."

I asked Elliott if he remembered wearing Buzz lightyear jammies when he was little. He didn't.

He said, "This movie is just so creative." I had to agree. Pixar is amazing. I'm in love with the toys!

When the show ended, Toy Story 2 came on ... and we sat and watched that one too!!! Good times - now we can't wait to see Toy Story 3! :)