Indiana Patrick

My sister bought the boys the “Lego Indiana Jones” game for their Wii for Christmas.  Ever since we got home, it’s been non-stop Indy.  They make whips out of scarves and an old cowboy hat and the Leapster carrying case complete the costume.

They want to watch the movies and they’re always singing the theme song.  I made the mistake of renting the Temple of Doom at the library for them.  It was rated PG, so I thought it would be okay.  Um, no.  Remember the monkey brains part?  I didn’t.  But the boys and their impressionable little minds will now.  Sad.

Indy is wiped out.