Me: "Rakes, come here and watch Robin Hood with me."
Rakes: "Robin Hood? Where's Batman?"
Me: "Not Robin; Robin Hood."
Rakes: "Is Hood his last name? Where is Batman?"
Me: "It's not Batman, son. It's Robin Hood."
Rakes: "I KNOW it's Robin, Dad. Where is BATMAN?"
Me: (I realized at this point this is bordering on "Who's on First? territory) "Rakes, it's about Robin Hood. He stole from the rich and gave to the poor?"
Rakes: "Why'd he steal from Rich? He's your friend."
Me: (Wondering for the millionth time how I end up in this type of conversation on a daily basis.) "Rakes; it's a movie about a guy named Robin Hood who lived in Sherwood Forest and how he fought the Sheriff of Nottingham and had a girl friend named Marian."
Rakes: "I though the Sheriff was a good guy?"
Me: (Serenity now, Serenity now....) "Rakes. It's got bow and arrows, crossbows, spears, lots of fighting, and they ride around on horses. You'll like it; trust me. Now will you PLEASE just sit down and watch it?"
Rakes: "What's a crossbow?"
I've got a sinking feeling this is going to work out just about as well as the time I decided it would be OK for him to watch professional wrestling.
What could go wrong?
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