So, as noted, we watched The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl (brief notes below) with the bebe thing last night. And they had this song during the end credits that was, as it turns out, entirely rockin'. Zoe hops off the couch, and starts rockin' out. Those of you who hit the wedding two summers ago would have recognized the dance she was doing, stomping and jumping, but only more hyper. It was pretty fantastic, she was a terrifying ball of energy.
(M. has more bebe-ness here.)
Netflix notes for The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl:
OK, if I ever do any psychedelic drugs, *this* is the movie I want to be watching when I do it. It's like a surreal morality play, wholly unrealistic (and unrepentant about it) and entirely crazy. I mean, it's not very good, either, but it was *so* trippy, I kind of forgive it. As long as Mr. Rodriguez goes back to making awesome movies now that he's gotten that and the Spy Kids movies out of his system.