WARNING: There might be a spoiler or two here.  So don’t read if you don’t want me to ruin some part of “The Dark Knight” for you.

So we go see “The Dark Knight” Saturday. It’s good.  I’m totally immersed in the movie but Small Fry is a little scared so somewhere in the second hour she gets scared and gets in my lap.  Nothing too graphic, but a LOT of violence that you don’t see.  It is scarier than most Batman movies, but I like that.  Small Fry is not so thrilled.  

She’s already scared, then the Joker turns Harvey Dent into Two Face. If you haven’t seen it yet, this Two Face is about a million times better than the Tommy Lee Jones’ Two Face. At least the face/scarring stuff is better. As far as the character, I couldn’t tell you. This is where the story turns sad.

As soon as you see Two Face in the hospital, looking way cool with half a face, Small Fry turns to me and starts crying and asking to leave.  So of course, because I’m the mommy and she’s breaking my heart, I go with her.  We leave the boys and other parental units in our group in the movie, because no point in ruining it for everyone.  That and the boys already cause her so much grief, why give them more to harass her about?

So she and I go to the lobby, hopefully to save me some future bucks on any future therapy bills we might incur.  She’s happy she’s out of there, but feeling guilty for making me leave.  I tell her it’s fine and we sit and talk and play games.  Her psyche is fine, mine is a little blue.  

The family comes out, talking about how fabulous it is, and now I’m trying to figure out a time I can sneak out to re-see it.  Anyone wanna go?