The Kids: What are we doing for family night?
Me: Oh, something for Valentine's Day. For dinner we'll have Chinese takeout...
The boys: What does Chinese food have to do with Valentine's Day?
Me: Nothing. But we'll eat it picnic-style on the family room floor.
The boys: What do picnics have to do with St. Valetine's Day?
Me: Nothing. But we'll watch a Valentine movie.
The boys: Yeah! Movie night. Which one?
Me: The most perfect movie for Valentine's Day...wait and see.
So, we set up our picnic, say our prayers, eat our Chinense food, and put on the Valentine movie...OUR WEDDING VIDEO!!!!!!
The Boys: What kind of movie is that?! (The best kind) How long is it? (Long enough to toruture you all night long) They had video cameras back then?! (Look. Just how old do you think we are?)
So we watched it. Little did I know our wedding video was such A COMEDY.
They laughed at Daddy with no goatee; at Uncle Dave (the Doctor) who did a reading and because he hadn't yet gone through puberty, his voice sounded like a baby's; at Nonna's curly hairdo; at the impromptu opera that was sung as we left the reception; at the getaway car, decorated to within an inch of its life; at the story of how someone dumped a cupful of crickets inside the car and how the chirping coming from the air conditioning vents serenaded us the entire time we were driving.
The best part for me, though, was when the four year old asked, "Is that you, Mommy? You look pretty."
But for some reason, his older brothers even thought that was funny.
Revenge is sweet though: the very minute any one of them gets engaged . . . out come the baby albums. So there.