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December 24 some of us went to see KNIVES OUT, a film which had gotten rave reviews and was, in fact, well crafted, with a clever plot. A murder mystery whodunit, it featured (among many others) Daniel Craig, in a distinctly different role than what he has played in the 007 franchise. I doubt Ian Fleming would recognize him.
During the viewing, my 9-year-old grandson, who (I admit to some bias here) is above average in many ways but has an average bladder, had to go to the restroom.
Perhaps I am overprotective, but I don’t think so. When he was a baby, I told his mother, my daughter, that the way to ensure his smooth passage to adulthood was eternal vigilance on the part of those of us who look after him.
So, as he made his way down the stairs in the darkness, my daughter followed. If she had not, I would have.
In just a few minutes, mischief can occur. It doesn’t take long. We think: it could not happen to us, but it can. As Ben Franklin so aptly put it long ago, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
They returned without event.
After the film, some of us walked home; it was not far.
My daughter and her husband drove to the stables where she boards her aging horse Chief.
