(The dread has set in for I know my fate. I decide to ask even though I know full well what movie she's going to say.)
Me: Sure hon. What do you want to watch?
Maymay: The Alamo.
Now, at this point I would've just as easily believed that aliens have kidnapped the president, the death star is about to fire upon us, and Doctor Who is standing in my living room. I stared at my kiddo for a full minute. An entire minute for my brain to process that she didn't say Titanic. She seriously didn't say Titanic. Whoa. So many things were rushing through my brain all at once. Could it be that she is FINALLY over her Titanic obsession? As fireworks of happiness started exploding in my head, I suddenly focused on the movie she did ask to watch. The Alamo? Huh? So I asked the obvious question: Wha-huh? Turns out they were watching it in history class and my kiddo didn't get to see the entire movie. She wanted to see the movie of the story I've told her since she was a little girl. Okay, that makes sense, and makes me happy that she has remembered me telling her stories about Texas history.
As we cuddled up to watch The Alamo, my sweet girl looked up at me and said, "When this is over we can watch Titanic."