Yesterday marked the release of the long-awaited, long-anticipated fourth chapter in the “Indiana Jones” saga. I probably won’t see it. Not that I have anything against the movie – it’s just that I haven’t been to a movie in months, and haven’t really had the desire.
Have movies lost their magic for me? Maybe so.
But since we’re speaking of Indiana Jones, I bring to you another Annie the Nanny story from the archives of my life.
Little Brother: “Let’s play Indiana Jones!”
Big Brother: “Okay, I’ll be Indiana Jones.”
Little Brother: “No, I’M Indiana Jones!”
Big Brother: “No I AM.”
Little Brother: “NOOOOOOO!!!! I AM!!!!!”
Big Brother: [long pause] [far-off look in his eyes] [wheels turning] “Okay. I have an idea. How about we’re BOTH Indiana Jones. But you call me ‘Indiana Jones’ and I call you ‘Puff Boy.’”
Little Brother: “Okay!”