Noah saw It Chapter Two on Sunday with his dad and his best friend.* I chickened out and stayed home to surf Netflix in search of Other Soothing Shows with People Being Nice to Each Other Over Low-Stakes Things. (Now that Netflix has chosen to torture me on a deeply personal level by limiting my GBBO habit to one measly new episode a WEEK, like WHAT IS THIS, the dark ages? 2007?)
Anyway, they had a blast. Much junk food and jump scares were enjoyed by all. Noah's review is that it's very good, pretty true to the book, kinda long but that's fine because he WAITED a long time for it, and not as scary as the first one. He really, really likes Bill Hader now, so I've spent the week compiling a best of Stefon playlist to watch with him this weekend. (No, I will def not let him watch Barry but you def should, I command it.)
Here's something I was not expecting: Parenting a teenager is actually a lot of fun. And to think I was so scared of them, especially the ones in packs.
But instead, it's awesome. You get to finally like a lot of the same things! I mean, I occasionally got super invested in the occasional Blue's Clues but this is much better. It probably helps that I have always had the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy...so perhaps Noah at almost-14 will start elevating my tastes.
Today is Friday the 13th so he wants to watch an old Jason movie tonight, though. He's going to dress up as Michael Myers for Halloween. He's really into Alien and is annoyed that I won't re-watch Jaws with him. His knowledge of classic 70s/80s horror is approaching George Washington on the Titanic levels.
Here he is gently coaxing a family of toads with their toad-babies out of the road last night.
He made us stop the car until he made sure every last one was safely in the grass.
*I know my fellow ASD parents feel this. And feel this hard. It's pretty squee-worthy but just don't let the teenager hear you.