It's George of the Jungle all over again

When Frankie was 8 or 9 we took him and one of his buddies to see George of the Jungle, and while he and his friend laughed until they cried each and every time George was warned to "look out for that tree" -- I began to understand the mind of a cutter.

That movie was a rough one to get through. Then there were weeks upon weeks which followed with Frankie hollering for George to look out for that tree, then slamming himself into whatever wall or furniture there was to slam into -- it was barely funny the first time, child -- now I'm supposed to laugh at this 20 times a day?

Plenty of movies have come, been over quoted, and gone and I've been fine with them. I've even been okay with Barbie's power to cause my girls to spontaneously over act.

But now the cutting thoughts are back. Why? Alvin and the Chipmunks, that's why. Specifically, the "bom chicka wow wow, bom chicka wow wow," my girls seem to think is so hysterical. We haven't even seen the movie yet, but my girls can't get enough of the commercial with that little chipmunk shaking his butt and singing his little chipmunk porn soundtrack.

We go tomorrow night.

Think of me.