ONe of my favorite things to do as a parent is introduce my kids to movies that I love.  Even watching something you've seen so often you've memorized it is a new experience when you watch it with someone who's never seen it before.  It's like you 're seeing it for the first time; experiencing the joy all over again.

Unless she hates it.

Josie is the first person I've ever heard of who hated Dances With Wolves.

Maybe "hate" is too strong a word, but she elected to go clean the kitchen during the second half. 

Yup. She just took it into her head to go clean during the third hour of the film. I didn't ask her to.  I didn't say "If you don't want to watch the rest of this with me, go clean up after dinner."  She just thought it up on her own.  This was shortly after the intermission showed up on the disc.  We'd been watching for over two hours already.

"Intermission?" she cried, unbelieving.  "What more could possible happen?"

"Well, they fight the Pawnee, he falls in love...lots of stuff.  They haven't even given him an Indian name yet!"

"How long is this thing?"

She had seemed to be enjoying it up until this point.  She thought Kevin Costner was cute and she liked the Indians.  She thought the three kids who tried to steal the horse were girls.  They were so pretty!  She also wondered if they had made up a language for the Souix.  But I have to admit, the version we have is a "special edition" with added footage.  That thing was three hours long without added footage.  Our version is five minutes short of four hours!  That does seem like over kill.  Every added scene hits you over the head with what a pig whitey is.

She came back in time to see the end.

When the soldiers shot the wolf, she yelled "I hate this movie!" and stomped out.

Dances with F, according to Josie.

I still loved it.