For a little break on the President's holiday, the girl and I got dressed up and hit the movies. We decided on “The Spy Next Door”. For those who know me, I'm a huge fan of Jackie Chan's Hong Kong movies. Less so when he started making movies in the US—I'm looking at you, “Rush Hour” franchise. I enjoyed “Shanghai Noon” immensely. And much, much less so “Shanghai Knights”. And sadly, even less so, “The Spy Next Door.”
Ugh, the “romantic” scenes were absolutely cringe-inducing. Are Jackie Chan and Amber Valleta secretly brother and sister? Yeah, that's how awkward those romance scenes were. The brief fight scenes sparsely rejuvenated my Jackie Chan fandom, which were vaguely reminiscent of the great fight choreography of his Hong Kong movies but the story was banal and the villains incredibly two dimensional. My girl, surprisingly, enjoyed it. Aaaah, the expectations of a 10-year-old.
Afterwards we saw there was a sale at Justice, a tween girls' clothing store, and the girl really wanted to go. Sigh. Gone are the days where she just let me pick up clothes for her at Target. And it wasn't just jeans and t-shirts she eyed. She wanted a fancy dress, dressy tops, and hip bolero-cut hoodie jacket.
Yikes. When did this happen? When did my little girl become this fashion-conscious tween girl? Lordy, she is growing up kinda fast. Eeek—I'm already missing my little girl.
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