Thoughts on "The King's Speech"

 Date: 2010
Director: Tom Hooper
Starring: Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush, Helena Bonham Carter

Colin Firth in a kilt.  Discuss.

Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth on screen together again.  Discuss.

The years seem to have been kinder to Colin Firth than Jennifer Ehle.  Makeup or age?  Discuss.

Helena Bonham Carter was neither insipid or creepy as I feared she would be.

Geoffrey Rush. Hearts!

Worst Winston Churchill portrayal ever? Likely.

I want the shabby wall in Lionel's office.  Moose said "No."


The "scene"  Oh. My.  It was nothing.  It was even interlaced with British swears which are so ridiculously funny that you weren't even offended by the real swears.  Seriously, this movie would have a PG rating if not for that scene.  I think a brief discussion with the kids about how this is not appropriate language even for adults and why it is not appropriate would be fine.  You could also mute it and not miss the impact.

Overall it was a really good story about courage, trust and duty, but NOT a good film about stuttering.  As the mother of a stammerer I was very annoyed that the film insinuated that the MAIN cause of stuttering is a trauma of some sort.  That is NOT TRUE.  It may be the cause in some cases but not in all or even in most.

I realize that this is a historical film espousing the science of the time but most people don't know anything about stuttering and will not know that the film's message about stuttering is outdated. 

Every parent of a stammerer is afraid that something they did caused their child's dis-fluency and it is unfair to perpetuate those false fears.

What parents of stammerers do need is immense gifts of patience from the almighty and a loving "listening" face.

If I ever hear my kid or anyone else's kid making fun of a child's stutter like David did of Bertie's.  They are going to get a tongue lashing that will make them wish THEY had never learned to talk. 

5 out of 7 thimbles.

One Year of Unplugged

Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of our Unplugged Experiment. It isn't really and experiment any longer, we have decided it is a keeper.
One year ago I decided that it was time for extreme measures and send all of the remote controls to work with Moose while I and my plucky band of small people were left to amuse ourselves in other ways. We were not allowed to play on the computer or watch TV until Moose came home from work.

Occasionally, on Mondays we watch an episode of "Nature" together.

The results? We are now able to maintain some sort of a routine during the day. Increased imaginative play in all the children. Those same children playing with one another in general harmony. Commander C has become an avid reader and has taken to drawing comics. Boba Fett continues to ask questions that floor us and is learning to read. Nutmeg has learned to knit AND read and spends hours a day writing and drawing and dancing. I grew a garden, created an entirely new form of biking, started a fashion empire, kicked a congressman's butt and fell in love with a house.

Our pet fish still live.

Saturday Night Cinema

This week: Room for One More
Starring: Cary Grant and Betsy Drake also George Winslow
Director: Norman Taurog
Date: 1952

This movie was hard to find, I have been hoping to see it for years. Luckily it was released on DVD last year and my library got a copy of it early this year which was great news for me because I loved it. "Delightful" is an appropriate adjective for this movie. I am thinking about purchasing this movie I because I want my kids to internalize the messages.

"Room for One More" is saccharine sweet but Cary Grant manages to balance it out with his characteristic delivery. The youngest child "Teenie" is played by George Winslow, the ordinary looking little boy with the "froggy bass voice."
Betsy Drake was married to Cary Grant at the time so it is interesting to watch their interaction.

This movie exemplifies 1952 America. I am surprised that there wasn't an apple pie served.

Anne Rose has a big heart and is always taking in strays, one day the "stray" is a troubled girl from the orphanage, then it is a handicapped boy. Anne and "Poppy" show incredible patience and insight and help these two children become well adjusted young people as well as continue to raise their own three children.

What I loved about this is that they were not afraid to let the children fail.

There is an unabashed plug for the Foster care system as well as what might have well been an advertisement for the Boy Scouts of America including an Eagle Scout Court of Honor.

Cary Grant explains the birds and the bees to "Jimmy John" in a scene that explains everything and nothing all at once and another scene where a litter of kittens is actually being born.

There is another scene which I can't mention here because this is a family blog but when you watch the movie you will get it but the kids won't. Hilarious.

Based on the foster care and Boy Scouts of America I have a feeling that my Hanna friends are going to give this a huge thumbs up.

As for me I give it 6 out of 7 thimbles which is very, very good.

Converting Trials into Blessings

Nutmeg has been really trying us lately. She used to go to sleep all by herself in her own bed with no problems and stay there. But lately we have to lie with her for an hour before she will sleep and then woe betide us if she wakes up and find that we have abandoned her. I am the one that puts her to bed and have been getting so frustrated with her because after bedtime is Mommy Time! I am anxious to get to my knitting and my movies and my snacks and chats with Moose.

We had been resorting to tactics that go against my core parenting philosophy and it felt bad.

The other night it dawned on me, instead of lying there frustrated with her while reading easy fiction or browsing blogs I could use that time to study the scriptures. I have been unsuccessful in finding a time that works for me and that is seriously hampering my goal to rejuvenate my relationship with my Savior. So for the past few night Nutmeg has gone to sleep without tears and have been reading the scriptures pondering and praying. What a blessing! See, it is all how you look at things.

This is what has been touching me this week, The Relief Society Declaration. This is often overlooked and forgotten but it is so key to who we as Sisters in Relief Society are.

THE RELIEF SOCIETY OF
THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS

are beloved spirit daughters of God,
and our lives have meaning, purpose, and direction.
As a worldwide sisterhood, we are united in our devotion
to Jesus Christ, our Savior and Exemplar.
We are women of faith, virtue, vision, and charity who:

Increase our testimonies of Jesus Christ
through prayer and scripture study.

Seek spiritual strength by following the
promptings of the Holy Ghost.

Dedicate ourselves to strengthening
marriages, families, and homes.

Find nobility in motherhood
and joy in womanhood.

Delight in service and good works.

Love life and learning.

Stand for truth and righteousness.

Sustain the priesthood
as the authority of God on earth.

Rejoice in the blessings of the temple,
understand our divine destiny,
and strive for exaltation.

I particularly love the lines "Our lives have meaning, purpose and direction" and "Find nobility in motherhood and joy in womanhood."

Captain Mayhem Makes Good

The stress of getting the house ready to sell has given me a stress cold. I finally succumbed last night after the schoolroom was painted and while I was watching a movie with a bunch of girls at our annual Mother Daughter picnic, pool party and girl's night out.

Today, I could not get out of bed and was attentively cared for by Nutmeg while Commander C took care of his brother and sister and fed us all. He was so quick to help and so cheerful about it. He even told a friend that called to play that he had to stay home to take care of me. I am so proud of him.

To top it off, last night a friend of mine had many glowing reports if Commander C to share with me. Maybe we are doing something right after all.

The Simple Dream

The idea: Put the 3 year old to bed an hour early because she had a long day at the beach, no nap on the drive home and a breakdown in Target.

The reality: Lying next to the 3 year old, weepy but not sleeping, for an hour before handing her off to the husband for and indeterminate amount of time.

Same Old Kid

I am sure you have been dying to know if I woke up Friday to a New Kid. Nope. Same old kid. Have a New Kid by Friday by Dr. Kevin Leman did not solve all of my problems because I didn't really institute the program and here are some of the reasons why.

Allowance: a good deal of the solutions in this book revolved around allowance, withholding allowance or deducting allowance to pay someone else to do chore the child did not do. The theory is that by withholding the money the kid will really feel the pain because they won't be able to buy the things they want to buy.
This didn't sit well with me for a couple of reasons.

First, I think you should earn your pin money. This author thinks that you should give your kids allowance as "one of the perks" of being a part of the family. The kids don't have to do a thing to get the money just keep breathing. I think that allowance should be for jobs BEYOND the regular chores required to maintain the house The money making jobs are available to anyone who wants to earn some cash, if no one wants to earn the cash, the jobs don't get done.

Second, My kids don't seem to be motivated by money. If we instituted an allowance and then took it away they would not care at all. Besides what would they buy? Moose and I provide the necessities and between Christmas, birthdays and hand-me-downs the kids are rolling in so much stuff they can't even take care of it all.

Consequences- The consequences proposed in this book were not logical at all. In fact they didn't seem to be consequences as much as revenge. Junior throws a tantrum before lunch and then the next day when he wants you to take him to a friend's house you just say "No, we're not going." and then expect him to figure out why. If he asks this is a "teachable moment" and you explain that the tantrum is the reason you can't play today.

Mean- I am not a pushover. I am not the mother that can't stand to say "No" because it might upset the child. I don't buy my kids every little thing they ask for. But I love my kids and I think parents should be kind to them. This book sounded just plain mean. I understand being firm but this just seemed rude and a little selfish. I think kids need love and hugs because home is the only place they are going to get them.

What really bugged me was the author's attitude about kids he says that "they are unionized and growing stronger." He repeatedly makes children out to be hedonistic little beasts that are out to manipulate you at every turn. Really? I don't buy it. I think kids will manipulate you if they feel like they must but I also think that they are just trying to get by and need someone to teach them the appropriate way to do it, that process takes a long time. No wonder his book read like a battle plan, this guy thinks the kids are out to get you.

He is also just plain wrong about nursing, homeschooling, potty training, and spanking.

There were a few things that I took away from the book and have started to use in my parenting.
Good Things-
A doesn't happen until B is completed - this helps me and the kids to not get distracted

Be consistent - This is the hardest part and we have all heard it before

Respond don't react - I am certainly a react-er. Even if I manage not to react with my words my body language and attitude certainly react.

Always follow through - when you say "If you do that again we are leaving." and he does it again, leave. Even if it is inconvenient, embarrassing or expensive. This also means don't make that statement if you are not willing to leave in an instant.

3.5 out of 7 thimbles

I have been much happier with Positive Parenting by Glenn Latham but his book is huge, text book like and consequently a little boring.

Some of the good things from Positive Parenting include

Ignoring age appropriate junk behavior - a.k.a. They WILL grow out of bathroom jokes

Stating Expectations before hand - Do not tell them what not to do redirect them with the appropriate behavior - If you tell them what not to do it only gives them ideas. (Like Keira and The Case of the Cub Scout in the Cultural Hall. What she should (in a perfect world and 20/20 hindsight)have said is "We are going to stay in the hallway." rather than telling them not to go into the Cultural Hall repeatedly, which only planted and then cemented the idea into his brain and he couldn't resist.)

Reinforce good behavior rather than reinforcing negative behavior

Ignore the attention getting tattle tale stuff.

6 out of 7 thimbles

I have no more to say on the subject other than I am looking forward to picking up "The Explosive Child" tomorrow.
(this was meant to be a really quick post but I though if I was going to slam a book I should give my reasons)

Have a New Kid By Friday

In an effort to avoid becoming the mother of a child with a rap sheet I have been doing several things.
1) praying
2) the Unplugged Experiment with lots of hard work and imagination.
3) re-examining The Color Code in an attempt to understand my white son.
and
4) reading parenting books.

I have had the above book on hold for months and it is finally here. I am hoping for a new kid by Friday, May 1. I'll post pictures.

The boys seem very threatened by this book. They saw me reading it and began attacking me and trying to steal the book. Boba Fett hid it under the couch. I wonder if they think I am going to trade them in.

Unplugged Week 1

On day 1 of the Unplugged Experiment our very, very tidy house reverted to its normal state. Moose declared that there would be clean up but he failed to follow through and by day 2 of the experiment the house was very messy - it still is.
On day 2 of the Unplugged Experiment Commander C received his Wolf badge at Pack Meeting. The photos of myself were very ill advised and I realized for the first time that I am much cuter in my mind than in reality.

On day 3 we went a visiting and I received much needed support with my Unplugged Experiment from homeschool friends.

On day 4 of the Unplugged Experiment I took a nap with Boba Fett, a long nap. Sometime while I was upstairs Nutmeg "fed" the fish by dumping the 3/4 full jar of fish food into our, you will remember, fairly small goldfish bowl. About 15 minutes after I woke up I passed by the goldfish bowl and noticed that it was orange.There was an immediate fish and rescue mission. Both Sashimi and Little Fishy are still alive 30 hours later. So far, so good.

On day 5 of the Unplugged Experiment I cheated. I needed to get online to pay the bills you see, and post the little bike and wagon for sale on Craigslist. And while I was there I checked my e-mail to see if there were any immediate responses to the ads. And then while I was waiting for those responses I just thought I would check my Facebook account really quickly. Then I was hooked all day I ran into the office to check if anything terribly important had happened on FB. Nope, but I still kept checking.
Later I silk screened my Tax Day Tea Party protest shirts.

Unplugged

Commander C did something really, really bad the other night. Really bad. He also does not feel one bit bad about it. We have some characters issues to work on.

I decided it was time to shape up and be a much better homeschooling mom, to pay more attention to the kids and not let my really slow computer continue to steal me from my children. I also determined not to let the kids sit in front of a screen all day. We have rules but they usually sneak past me when I am on the computer and then I am too tired to fight it.

Yesterday, I made Moose take the Tivo remote, the Wii controllers and my network card to work with him. We were screen-less today and it was exhausting. It seemed like they did 10 times the activities and needed my help/intervention/refereeing 100 times more.

We did scriptures, patriotism, crafts, gardening, chores, reading, library, errands and bought books at Goodwill. We made food, we hung out in the hammock. I was SO happy when Moose came home at 3:45 so I could escape to the Doctor's office.

We manged just fine but there were a few things I had to write down to look up later, like a book at the library, the Butterfly Treehouse, add to LibraryThing etc.

I am beat, but I am going to keep it up. It helped that it was a glorious sunny day today. If it had been gloomy and rainy we might not have made it.

Prison Rations

The boys have been confined to their room until it is clean. Commander C has refused to do any work and quietly went to sleep. Boba Fett has been wailing for 2 evenings straight. "I feel like I am going to die." he moaned last night in between sobs.

Moose just prepared their dinner. I helped him deliver it to their cell. It is a nutritionally sound meal - just not too tasty.

Remembering

Today has been an especially uplifting Sabbath. To be honest, Sunday wears me out and I generally come home from church exhausted and on the verge of tears - not uplifted. Today was fabulous.

I finally gave my talk on service. I tweaked it a bit so that it wasn't about Christmas, just service. I think the changes made it even better. It went over well. Kristin took my talk literally and brought me a note and plate of cookies this evening.

Sunday School reminded me that Church History is the history of my family and the history of the world. I was reminded that the gospel is woven into the fiber of my being and I would be so very different without it. I was inspired to make the gospel so much a part of my life that it is apparent to everyone who I am. I will study gospel history more diligently.

Relief Society reminded me of the importance of prayer and the simplicity of the gospel. I plan on savoring Elder Bednar's talk over and over again.

To top it off Mommy Bee reminded me of a conversation years ago about spanking. No, I haven't started spanking my children but I don't think that I ask myself if I am parenting as Christ would as often as I used to and not nearly as often as I should. Thanks for the reminder.


"I am satisfied that such punishment in most instances does more damage than good. Children don’t need beating. They need love and encouragement. They need fathers to whom they can look with respect rather than fear. Above all, they need example.”

- Gordon B. Hinckley

What To Do About Bullies

I felt impressed to share this on my blog, I didn't want to but I hope that there is a reason I write this.
My kid has his very own bully.
I don't know if he technically qualifies as a bully, but there is a kid that picks on him, calls him names and is physical with him. Commander C doesn't want to go to church/scouts if this kid is going to be there. (Can I just say, I am so glad I homeschool. If Commander C was in public school they would be in the same school with the bully 1 grade ahead. Classic.)
I don't fear for my son's safety just yet, but I know this child's family, when he grows up he is going to be a big kid, we are talking star of the varsity football team, my kids are not going to be big - runty is more like(I am not being mean it is just the hard truth) So I think it is best to nip this thing in the bud while they are both puny kids.

Once I learned about "Bully" I went to the trusty Internet for help. I was blown away, all this blabber for years about how serious bullying is and there was no practical help at all. The most common was "Check with your school about their anti-bullying program." Thanks - that really sounds like it will protect my son. Apparently, talking to the bully's parents can work wonders or make things worse. Depends on the kid. My friend says that she tells her son to "punch the little blighters in the nose." While practical, I don't know that it is applicable to our situation yet.

The fact that this is a church bully makes it stink worse. This is the place where people are supposed to be nice to the fat kids, kids with glasses, lisps and every other target. How do you try to convince your kid that the people at church are nice, if they aren't.

How do adults handle bullies? For the most part we don't put ourselves in situations where we have bullies. If someone is mean to us we just steer clear of that person. Kids don't have that option. Generally, if you are an adult dragging your family to 9:00 am sacrament meeting, arriving at 8:30 just to find a seat and them spending 3 hours at church, chances are you want to be there and have made the choice to be nice to other people. I don't have church bullies.

I had found out about this situation by likening the scriptures. I was pulling an Alma to his son Corianton - Commander C. has been having some severe attitude problems and we had decided it was time to call him to repentance. As I was wrestling with this bully business I wondered what the scriptures would say about this. I thought about Nephi and his brothers Not sure that is really bullying and while confounding and shocking the bully with the power of God would probably be effective, I don't think that is going to happen either.

And so, what to do?
Well, I am grateful for the blessing of personal revelation on this one. The thought came to me that we should pray for him. Pray for "Bully" that he will realize the way he is behaving is not right. I know he has been taught this, what he needs is to recognize what he is doing. I suggested to Commander C that we pray for "Bully." He agreed readily. I am praying for Commander C as well that he can bear it and learn from this situation.

And then this morning, to illustrate the point in 2 Nephi 32: 3 "Wherefore, I said unto you, feast upon the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things what ye should do. " I remembered this scripture perfect for dealing with bullies " Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you." Luke 6:28

Tender mercies. While I may or may not have a talk with "Bully's" parents I will continue to pray for him, and be grateful for the scriptures and personal revelation

Goals for 2009

I don't do resolutions, they seem a little too resolute. I like to make goals instead, something to reach for but not too concrete to allow for the ebb and flow of life.

Here are some of Samurai Mom's goals for 2009

Spend more time interacting with each of the children.

Do Family Home evening more.

Serve more.

Adopt more structure into our day.

Sew a tartan Christmas Skirt.

Crochet snowflakes.

If handmade Christmas gifts are to be given - start them in September.

Figure out how to read while knitting.

Go walking.

Learn to listen and ask better questions.

Evidence That I Have Given Up

A few days ago I posted in on my Facebook status that I had given up. I received many friendly admonitions to keep holding on and to eat some ice cream. I don't know what my friends thought I was giving up on but I was referring to my kids. I am just going to let them run the show from now on. I gave a valiant effort for 8 1/2 years, but now I give up.
As evidence, yesterday I sent Moose out to the store just to buy corn dogs for dinner. We NEVER buy corn dogs, I think they are the junkiest food you can have. Yet, there I was telling my husband to go buy a box.
As further evidence, the children have had corn dogs for 3 meals in a row now. I mean really compared to sugary cereal corn dogs are the healthy breakfast choice, right?

Bowling while Babywearing

This is one of my favorite babywearing memories. We were bowling and Nutmeg was asleep. It was a little difficult to bowl with her foot getting in the way, but I am terrible bowler anyhow so it didn't make a difference.
This website is having a fun babywearing photo contest. Do you think I will win?

International Babywearing Week

I have been feeling some sadness lately that the things that defined me as a young mother have gone. I am still the same mother but the seasons has passed. I find it strange that people who are meeting me for the first time don't know that I am a babywearing, EC'ing, homebirthing, lactivist, attachment parenting, crunchy mama.

Nutmeg is almost 3 and it is no longer remarkable that she doesn't wear diapers. I never have occasion to strap her on my back - she would rather be running. I no longer make enough milk to feed the world and grow the chubbiest baby that you have ever seen. My "Got Breastmilk?" bumper sticker is somewhere in the pile of stuff that I never look at. I don't speak up during labor discussions because it hardly seems relevant NOW that I gave birth to my babies upstairs on my own bed in this very house. That Nutmeg's birth was the single most glorious achievement of my life.

So when Mommy Bee reminded me that it is International Babywearing Week I felt compelled to make a statement saying this is one of the defining activities of my life. Babywearing made me the mother I am. Babywearing created income, identity and some of the most precious moments of my life. Through babywearing I have taught others how to connect with their precious children. Baby wearing inspired me to make art.

Through babywearing I have lost weight, made friends and been the object of curiosity. I was so used to people staring at me for having a baby strapped to my back that I hadn't noticed that they don't stare anymore, I am just another mother with 3 adorable moderately behaved children. Unremarkable.

When I received my first sling I put it on with a sack of potatoes to practice before the baby came, I have never, ever looked back.
I went everywhere with my baby on my back from hiking up a slippery muddy slope in search of a view to jumping on a trampoline.

This is a compilation of art I have created about babywearing, others have made for my babywearing business, and photos of me, my children and my baby carriers (all homemade.) The slide show is crude- I have no idea how to do this properly.

Thanks to the lady at the Breastfeeding Class for introducing me to slings, to Tracy for insisting that I try a wrap and to my babies for riding around for 7 years.

A Little Bit of Light Fright, Moving Pictures and Tango

Tonight Moose and I indebted ourselves to our neighbor and sneaked out post trick or treating and caught a showing of Nosferatu at the Mission Theatre in Portland with the soundtrack played by Mood Area 52 (warning the clip is 9 minutes long.) It was very hip and very Portland. We felt so cool.
How did we come to know of this event? Well I learned of Nosferatu on this blog I read. I was curious and read up a bit on it then forgot about it. But a few day later I was watching Oregon Art Beat and they did a piece on Mood Area 52 and mentioned that they were playing Nosferatu on Halloween in Portland. So I thought we should learn more about this. I found a YouTube video of Nosferatu here. It looked like a bit of harmless spooky fun unlike scary evil vampire movies which I avoid. I thought we could watch it on the laptop on Halloween.
Then yesterday in the aftermath of pumpkin carving Moose and I decided to abandon our children after the great candy gathering and have some adult time. Finding a sitter on Halloween is a bit tricky, which is where our never ending gratitude to our neighbor comes in.
So anyway, like I said, Mood Area 52 was playing the soundtrack because Nosferatu is a silent film. Moving pictures- old school. They were great. Two words: Cello, Accordion.

The Mission Theatre is McMenamin's pub theatre so there were tables at the seats for eating your pub fare. It was fun venue. We like the Bagdhad better because it is kid friendly.

Nosferatu was a little long but very fun and a little spooky. I noticed some very admirable film techniques for 1922. I particularly like the mirror shot and when Hutter cuts his thumb.
I can't decide which was the spookiest shot, the shadow on the stairs, Count Orlok at the door or the vampire rising up in the hold of the ship.
I did not wear my Sarah Palin costume for fear of bodily harm. I needn't of worried however I don't think anyone would have accosted me at the theatre but there may have been belittling while standing in line.

New Baby Quandry

When someone in the ward has a baby I try to give them a little space to adjust to the new baby before calling of dropping by to see the baby. In fact I usually drop off my gift and peek quickly at the baby and leave, not wanting to be an imposition. Often I don't drop by at all just wait until the baby shows up at church. I really, desperately want to see the baby and offer my congratulations but I am afraid of overstaying my welcome and adding another care to the new mom.
I was thinking about the ongoing baby explosion in our ward and I realized that I might be wrong in this approach. When I had my babies I LOVED visitors, I craved visitors, I wanted to show off my baby to the whole world. When in the hospital with Commander C I was so touched by the people who came all the way to the hospital to visit. I felt like they really cared about me. With Boba Fett and Nutmeg I was so proud of having them at home that after the first 24 hours I was ready to have an open hosue. I remember everyone who came for a visit, I remember feeling a little sad that people I thought were my friends did not come by.

So, I put the question to you gentle reader, do you appreciate visits after you have a baby or want people to give you your space? I am adding a poll to the right of this post and welcome comments as well.

Not Back to School Day!

Today was the first day of school for the PS kids. We celebrated our freedom by doing things you can't do in school, such as...
sleeping in. Nutmeg did this really well, she slept until 10:30. I ended up getting up early because I was so excited about out not back to school celebrations.
We had cupcakes for breakfast and hung out in our jammies for a long time...
and then played with play doh, this wasn't on the schedule but the kids liked it.
They liked it so much they didn't want to stop.
We went to lunch and then colored on the car. We didn't hear any honking though.
Next we went bowling. You will have to excuse the number of pictures. I just can't help myself at the bowling alley.
Everything they do is so adorable and the camera just doesn't do it justice.
And there are three of them so the cuteness is tripled.
So I am a shutterbug at the lanes. I won, Commander C came in a close second.
Nutmeg carried the ball herself all 6 lbs of it.
Boba Fett's shoes were way too big for him.

After bowling we played with knives. The plan also included playing with fire but it was already 4pm by the time the knives were done and the kids wanted to play with the newly released inmates so the fie play was scraped.
We had a great time! The time went too fast.