In our quest to do more things together as a family,
this past snowy and icy evening we all watched Kevin Costner’s epic Dances
with Wolves this weekend, in two parts over two nights. The girls were
riveted and I enjoyed it. Sometime in the 90s I saw the first 45 minutes or so,
and that’s all, so I was a little worried it would be a little too preachy
during the inevitable confrontational climax, a la Avatar. But it
didn’t seem so, and I recommend it as a glimpse into the Old West /
Disappearing Frontier genre.
Anyway, we immediately began discussing what our
Indian names would be:
Me – “Reads a Book”
The Mrs. – “Talks on Phone”
Little One, age 14 – “Sleeps All Day”
Patch, age 10 – “Can’t Stand Still”
Ooh, this is fun! Thirty years late to the party, but
fun nonetheless.
The wife also made a bonus comment for Little One, or
any teenaged Indian nowadays –
“Texts Too Much”
Grandpa...Plays on course! Grandma....Plays with tiles! Very funny...
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