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I remem­ber OldMan’s first day of 1st grade. He came home ready to tell me all about his day and I was ready to soak it up. My baby wasn’t a cute lit­tle Kindergartner…he was a big boy in 1st grade! He imme­di­ately blurted out, ‘Mom! I get to bring my library books home and I got the best one ever!” “Great buddy! What is it?”, I asked enthu­si­as­ti­cally. My boy was check­ing things out of the library! He tore into his back­pack with mucho gusto and pulled out…

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid”

…oh crap.…

How the heck was I sup­posed to be all excited over a book like this. What kind of school would have this kind of cooky book in their EDUCATIONAL library?! What if my child grew up to be a wimpy kid???

…sigh…

He went on to read every sin­gle one of those books in that series and I grum­bled through every. sin­gle. one of them. Of course he read other great books, but his favorites of all favorites were those stinkin’ Wimpy Kid books.

Then the movie came out. I had to admit, the pre­views were hilar­i­ous, but I refused to let him watch it.

Instead, I bought him the movie. *rolls eyes*

Now I can’t go a sin­gle day with­out singing, “It’s got a hair in it!”

For exam­ple:

Old­man: “This oat­meal is awe­some, Mom. Thanks!“
Me: “It’s got a hair in it!”

And it’s always a load of fun to sneak behind some­thing and jump out scream­ing, “CHEESE TOUCH!!!”*

My son is now in 5th grade so we chat in Wimpy Kid-ism all the time. Where he is in the Cool list vs. another kid we know. The girl that dri­ves him crazy but he doesn’t know what to do with her. All the while he’s learn­ing that he just needs to be him­self instead of being the kid who seems to be the ‘it’ guy this week.

So all that to say, the movie actu­ally had a good point in the end and I hope Old­Man remem­bers that most of all.

*If you don’t under­stand any of this, go rent it now…it’ll make your stom­ach turn!

(This is all my per­sonal POV and I got noth­ing for giv­ing it…except a great time with my son.)