Pinnochio-A Disney Classic

John and I had fought the national television invasion and its technology counterparts for many years. Especially once our second child came along. Yep, we haven't subscribed to cable or channeled any free local channels on TV since 2004. We weren't giving in to all that American propaganda they sell you on public television. We simply wouldn't rot our brains with force fed consumerism and gyrating half naked bodies...for the sake of the children, of course.
When Shelby turned 4 we broke down and purchased an iPod for music storage. Then we realized the darned thing held movies. A lot of them. (Wow, this thing is pretty amazing!) We made our first trip to San Diego and before we knew it, silence overtook the cab of our vehicle...for THREE HOURS!!! OMG, this iPod thing was a miracle! A set of kiddy headphones and two pudgy hands to grip the iPod and we were all set for glorious road trips, one movie at a time.
iPod invented the "LOCK" button for parents like us.
We had one finger on our anti-TV dignity until black Friday came around this Christmas. Right before our big road trip to Lake Tahoe. Shelby was now the ripe old age of 5 and little Ana, at age 2, was already a bona fide movie junkie. So we sprang for Target's latest deal, an RCA-7-inch-dual-screen-DVD-player for only $89.99. A small price to pay for road trip sanity, me thinks.
There you have it, our parental fall from grace. Never say never, I always say....
John made a point that this beautiful-RCA-7-inch-dual-screen-DVD-player-bringing-silence-and-joy-to-all-those-persons-riding-inside-this-vehicle would only be turned on when we embarked on LONG road trips.
Sure buddy.
When you drive 17 miles to and from school twice a day with two 5 year olds and a 2 year old in your car, that DVD player sure comes in handy. Road Trip, Shmoad Trip. You can't put a price on 20 minutes of silence.
On to the point of my story. The girls and our carpool buddy were once again glued to their screens in the back seat as they watched the preview to their first film of their morning commute. I happily hummed along to the theme song from Disney's Pinocchio as the commentator sold the girls on the latest revised edition of the age old classic. "Pinocchio," sang the dreamy fairy from the film, "a boy made of pine."
And then, the little girl we carpool with giggled and repeated, as only a five year old could, "Peeenochio! Hahaha, a boy made of PIE!!!"

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