We typically don't allow Christopher to see PG-13 movies, and when we occasionally do, it's after we have prescreened it to make sure we'll even want him to. If I had let him go to the theater to see this with his sister, I would have been so mad, knowing what I know now. This movie, Transformers, was marketed as a kids' movie, basically, and it was awful. The rating claims it's because of brief sexual content, an understatement, not to mention terrible in many other ways. There's no way I would recommend this to any child, let alone my teen-aged daughter, who watched it with us. And even though they were transformer types of "toys," the violence in this movie was never ending, as was the disrespect to parents, and so forth. It is generous to give this movie a 2 out of 5.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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