We celebrated the new year by taking the lad to the movies with a bunch of his friends. We saw Enchanted. For my part, I’m grateful both that we weren’t going to see Alvin and the Chipmunks, and that the movie was sufficiently ironic about its genre. (I’m not a fan of the typical Disney animated features. Pixar, yes.)

The kids were thoroughly engrossed, though. Our son’s good friend could not contain his urge to dance along as the cast frolicked in Central Park. And in the climactic scene– [spoiler alert… the rest will be after the break] –our son cried out so that the entire theater heard “Oh no! I’m so scared! It’s almost midnight and she’s going to die!” All around us we could hear people chuckling at his earnest anxiety.

I love being in the company of one who is still, in a word, enchanted.

While I’m no mood to blog a proper review, but I will pass along that four discerning adults and and equal number of discerning children all gave it the thumbs up.