we are knee deep. no maybe up to our necks. no, how about over our heads in indiana jones around here. the boys are obsessed. and wyatt and i can get obsessed about them being obsessed. that's a lot of obsession in one little household. hold onto your fedoras, folks.
the boys have indy hats from disneyland. genuine felt fedoras. they have indy bags (or brown leather "man purses" from a garage sale and a thrift store). they have genuine indy whips straight from the easter bunny.
but most of all, they have pure indy joy. imagination. sense of adventure. they are infatuated with all things indy. boon will say, "he's such a stud." they will take turns being indy and a german soldier. and they are constantly asking questions about indy and where in the world his adventures take him.
we've watched the first, third and fourth movies with them. several eye coverings and tv mutings later, they still love love loved them. and educational? you betcha. geography! ('they're in south america, right dad?) history! (quite a conversation discussing nazis and 'bad guy germans and russians,' trying to teach history in a kid friendly way, making sure they understand the then vs now). vocabulary! (fedora...of course).
and oh the catch phrases! their latest favorite is from crystal skull..."get that greaser!"
we are riding the indy wave and it is awesome.
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oh my word...my husband would love to join this indy cult. :)
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