I came into the living room last night to take HDToddler to bed. HDHusband and HDToddler are zoned into the TV. The only thing they weren't doing were scratching their balls.

HDH was flipping channels and landed on "War of the Worlds", apparently.

Me: You should probably turn that off, HDH.

HDH: Oh yeah, probably a good idea, huh? (Pauses TV)

HDT: OH MOMMY! AND THEN! HEADS! AND EYES! AND SKY! AND GROUND! AND HEAD! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HEAD!! OOOOOOOOH EYES! AND .... AND ...Ooooooooooooh MOMMY!!!! ....

Me: Um, what scene was just on?

HDH: Yeah ........ that was fairly accurate. The tripod's were sort of, um, coming out of the earth and lasering heads off.

Note: Might be a good idea to not watch that shit in front of the kid anymore.

HDToddler reenacted that scene for the next hour with such passion, he deserved an award.

PS I got out of the house today, only to war with my husband in Target. I would have shot laser beams out of my eyeballs like the movie last night if I could have. ZING! Damn, that would be a GREAT super power, you know? I just need my very own TRIPOD ...