There’s usually at least one spy kid in every house. The one who snoops in the shopping bags when you arrive home wanting to know what you bought. Or the one who never hears you when you tell her to clean up her room or that it’s time for bed, but the second you whisper something about weekend plans from across the house, she is all ears. With five of us in the house, I feel like I am always being watched. I can’t go to the snack cupboard without three little faces craning around the corner to see what goodies might be up for grabs. If I am wearing anything spiffier than ripped yoga pants I am cross-examined about where I am headed. One kid looks through the pictures on my phone to see what fun she may have missed out on. Another knows when Nerdguy or I have been to Costco, and launches a frantic scavenger hunt through the house to see what loot we have come home with. Heaven forbid that I leave the remains of my evening ice cream lying about – there’s a cross-examination that comes with that crime that rivals that of the finest prosecutor in the country. Most terrifying of all is when I roll over in the morning and come face-to-face with a little darling who was watching me sleep. One kid goes through my purse, another remembers every promise I’ve ever made, and the third has a pretty hard-core tackle in her repertoire.
I can’t make a move without a detailed cover story and an elaborate disguise. And it’s been worse than ever since I got back from Blissdom Canada. Maggie clings to me, calls out my name, and breaks into the bathroom just to make sure I don’t have a secret tunnel out of there. It was particularly unamusing when she pulled me off the toilet my first week back.
With three fully-qualified spies in the house, I don’t know what I was thinking showing them the movie Spy Kids: All the Time in the World. I may as well just hand them my bank card and pin number and drive them to the American Girl store. Not that my bank card would get them far – they would make out just as well with a library card. I’m sure that Molly is busy crafting spy gear out of duct tape, and is likely tracking my keystrokes on my computer as we speak. And I keep finding Grace sitting in dark corners of the room gathering intelligence, when we forgot she was even home. Maggie has found all of my snack hiding spots so none of the chips are safe.
It’s all keeping them busy at least while they wait for the arrival of Halloween…which in their words is taking f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
Along with Spy Kids, Netflix has some other great titles to share with your kids who like a little mystery.
For the big kids:
Do your kids like to spy? Are they stealthy or do they give themselves away? And why can’t my kids use their detective skills to find their water bottles and homework assignments? That information must be classified.
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