I have been immersing my boys is 80’s pop culture. I got tired of having to explain what I meant when I said:

“Hello, McFly.”

“Bueller…, Bueller…”

“Neo maxi zoomed Dweebie.”

or when I stand on the sofa in the crane position. (yep, done that several times now.)

They loved, loved, LOVED Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. They watched it several times in fact. The dh wasn’t too please when, last Halloween, we viewed Friday the 13th and I explained to them, “When you see a bra, she’s gonna die.” (I mean we all know the chchchc, shashasha theme by heart, but sometimes you gotta use the clothing factor). Sure enough, they became pretty fluent in Jasonese! We haven’t repeated that particular experiment in pop culture as a few choice things that asked about afterwards – so the dh was right – once.

I went through that with my mother. Can’t tell you how many times I saw Move Over Darling, Please Don’t Eat the Daisies and Pillow Talk (and the likes) and, hello, Lou Christie was my favorite singer and I loved the Monkeys in the 6th grade – so what that it was 1983.

My boys know AC/DC, Styx and Kiss thanks to the DH and EA Sports games. Have you ever heard a four-year-old sing Mr. Roboto? It cracks me up when we hear music on the radio and I sing along. “How do you know the words to that, mom?”

“Because it came out when I was a kid.” And sometimes I can hear my mother’s voice saying, “Now hold on. That came out when I was a teen.” It’s all cyclical. Case in point – Chris On American Idol sang Higher Ground. Dh and I sang along thanks to the Red Hot Chili Peppers version in the eighties and the kids were all shocked – but hey, Stevie Wonder did it BEFORE the Chili Peppers version the dh and I grew up with. (Okay I was actually one when it came out the first time and seventeen when CP did it, but you get the drift).

And some pop culture is everlasting, every generation thinks it is uniquely their own – like Narnia. It came out when my mom was a kid and has held up through the decades, but seems new and exciting again and again – and speaking of again, I shall take the boys to see it again at the dollar movie in a bit!

Can you name the movies?

"Chicks can't hold their smoke. That's what it is!"

"He doesn't even have his license Lisa."

"My brother paid a buck to see your underwear at the dance."

"I want my two dollars."

"Just for the record, my name is Ronald. Not Donald."

Gotta love the eighties.

Have a great weekend!