300

A few years ago I took Sarah to see the movie 300. We loved it. Super loved it! Now she was I think eleven or twelve years old.

So there is the great scene where all these half dressed Spartans are about to go for a "walk" The scene has their muscular abs brimming in glory. If you've seen the movie... you know what I'm talking about.

My beautiful little Sarah leans into me and whispers "Their all 8-packs, not a 6-pack among them."

Now I'm not saying I'm dense... but this is not what I'm expecting from my young daughter. So in my mind I'm thinking... "beer???" then a split second later I grasp what she said... and the fact she said it.

Seriously... I turn and look at her and look back to the movie thinking, my girl must like muscles.

So the movie is over and we both are pumped up. We walked to the movie so now we are walking home. I turn to her and say the line, "This is madness!" Which in turn she says, "MADNESS??? THIS IS SPARTA!!" Then kicks her foot up in the air as if kicking the guy in the endless pit. We walk several feet and I turn to her and we do this all over again the whole way home. No worries no one saw us it was late at night.

The next morning I'm at work and I call home... she answers the phone.. "Hello?" I say, "This is madness!" I hear her giggle then she says, "MADNESS??? THIS IS SPARTA!!"