The kids have been asking us to take them to the summer’s blockbuster movie, Jurassic World.

 
But do you know what would be even better than leaving the house, paying $50 for our family to watch a movie, having to relive the same argument, “Why do those kids whose parents love them, get to eat giant boxes filled with popcorn and chocolate bars with a fizzy pop to drink wrapped up like a present in those cool, movie theatre themed boxes and all we get is a handful of yogurt-covered soybeans and lukewarm water from the trunk of the van?”

 
Because we love you.

 
We opted instead (when I say we, I mean Greg, this is all on Greg) to first let the kids watch the original Jurassic Park at home so we could all enjoy it together and by together, I mean, Greg and I were going to play Scrabble on the ipad while the kids watched the movie.

 
Greg pressed play on the movie, I stood up to look for a fun, movie-snack for the kids and Ellie screamed.

 
I thought maybe a bat had flown into the room or one of her teeth had fallen out or someone had threatened to use her hairbrush.

 
Nope.

 
Jurassic Park had been on the screen for less than twelve seconds and there had already been a gruesome death-by-dinosaur.

 
And there it was. My nine year old had been dealt her “JAWS moment.” That moment when you see something in a movie (for me it was JAWS and I was younger than nine) and you wonder if you will ever be safe in the water again or in this case, jurassically.

 
Just stepping away to find some wasabi peas (kids love those right?) had left my kids vulnerable to a dinosaur attack we hadn’t prepared for.

 
It’s been three days since the attack and the shortest filming of a movie in the history of family room movies.

 
I have been asked about the possibility of a dinosaur attack more times than I’m asked why I refuse to buy movie theatre treats and possibly as many times as why I’m so sure the kids will get head lice from sharing a hair brush.

 
Family movie night has to redeem itself.

 
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