I’d always find it amusing because my wife forgets the content of movies but remembers it was funny, scary, whatever.
When the kids were younger, my wife would suggest a movie to watch with the kids. I’d remember what was in it, she’d just remember it was funny. I didn’t mind if the kids saw it, and she wouldn’t really mind if the kids saw it, but I knew she’d be uncomfortable watching it with them.
Being a bit of an asshole, I’d just ask if she was sure she wanted to watch that with them. She’d say yes, and away we’d go.
I’d always find it amusing because my wife forgets the content of movies but remembers it was funny, scary, whatever.
When the kids were younger, my wife would suggest a movie to watch with the kids. I’d remember what was in it, she’d just remember it was funny. I didn’t mind if the kids saw it, and she wouldn’t really mind if the kids saw it, but I knew she’d be uncomfortable watching it with them.
Being a bit of an asshole, I’d just ask if she was sure she wanted to watch that with them. She’d say yes, and away we’d go.
“You really want to watch Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny with our 11-15 year old kids? Bet, can’t wait”
~my dad, I assume