For all of you Lord of the Rings fans, you know what I'm talking about already. But something happened recently with my 7 year old and this classical villain from the Tolkien tome, that had me in splits.
We were watching the movies together as a family. Having steadily fed on a Harry Potter diet since the last 3 years (ever since Amun's started understanding movies), I thought he really should start appreciating LOTR too. As expected, he totally loved it. Both of us - father and son - were completely enthralled with the adventures of the wise Gandalf and the brave Frodo. Of course, kids these days are a lot more plucky than we were in our time and it was good to see Amun soundly sleeping minutes after seeing Orcs being slaughtered at the rate of a 100 a minute.
The other night, while watching the movies, Amun asks me what the big fiery eye over the tower in the kingdom of Mordor is. I explain to him that the eye is Sauron's eye who now exists only in spirit and wants the ring back. And how Sauron, the evil one can keep a watch over the whole middle-earth with his magical fiery eye and no one can escape him.
He nods sagely and I smile inwardly thinking whether this little 7 year-old flesh & blood of mine is really so intelligent to understand it.
Some 15 minutes down the line, Amun suddenly feels hungry and wants a banana (his favourite fruit) from the kitchen. He says "Dad, just pause the film, I'll be right back". Halfway out of the door, he suddenly turns around and closes one eye while opening the other even wider and glares at me and warns: "The eye of Mordor is watching...don't start the movie".
I am totally in splits and my fatherly pride is brimming over. Here's my kid who just at 7 not only understands complex plot points but gets them enough to crack a joke about it - comic timing, funny faces and all. That too in the middle of watching a bloody, bloody battle for the middle earth in all 5.1 surround sound, widescreen glory.
Was it just a fluke? I like to think not. I like to see this as a sign of great intelligence in my child. I see him being able to keep his cool and sense of humour in the middle of all sorts of miseries. I see him being the real dude that I would have always liked to be. But then I am his father and justifiably biased.
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3 comments:
that is so sweet! Keep writing!
I'm sure as a precocious 7 year old, you knew your Enid Blyton well too.
It's in the genes dude. Like father, like son...keep it buzzin'
That is adorable!
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