we all have our limits...

i'm watching the harry potter collection in dispatch tonight. it's been a different trilogy night all week... the matrix trilogy... the LOTR trilogy... i think i'll split star wars over the last two nights...i had to start the first one pretty early... 8 hours of movies in 12 hours... plus bathroom breaks. and i've had enough coffee to necessitate several of those...so it was early when i started the first one... scrappy stuck his head in to remind me *again* of how many days we have left... i don't need to carry a calendar with him around... and he kind of got sucked into part of it. it was the quidditch scene... it sucks everyone in. my gf asked me one time if i could relive any scene out of any movie, what would it be. not sure what she was looking for, but of course my brain went right to the impossible. i want to play quidditch. or swing through the city, like when spiderman was first honing his skills. anyways... he got sucked in. he asked, i had to give him some history... how harry was orphaned, who voldemort is, who might be trying to kill harry.......well, we can all voluntarily suspend disbelief up to a point. we've all got that line, you know? scrappy's absorbing it all... apparently he can understand flying on broomsticks, wizards and witches, schools of magic, even mountain trolls. where is his line? at what point could he no longer suspend disbelief? "if that troll fell face first like that... that wand would've been shoved into his brain..." indeed...