Imagine my surprise when I walked into our apartment at 9:30pm to find Henry still awake, snuggled up on the couch watching the Nicholas Cage classic "National Treasure" with Kevin. "I couldn't sleep because I felt too lonely," was the explanation given. When I offered to tuck him back into bed and warned that the movie might get too scary and give him nightmares, his immediate response was, "that's a chance I'm willing to take!" Bold words, kid. Shortly thereafter when Sean Bean and his bad guy crew reemerged, he promptly buried his head under his blanket and announced through clenched teeth, "YOU'RE RIGHT!"
His take on the happily ever after postscript scene, "So is that girl in love with Ben? I think so since I saw them kissing. See, they just kissed again!"
Apparently they also watched the Olympic Trials (for running) before I got home but he complained about watching them. "I did complain, quite a lot actually. Who wouldn't? I'd rather watch Teen Titans! I mean, any kid would! Of course we watched running [versus, say, gymnastics], that's the only kind of Olympics dad likes."