Now I Need To See That Crossover Movie

My best friend has an emergency and needs to leave their kids (nine and ten) with me, as I work from home. She says it’s okay to put a movie on for them, and anything PG-13 is okay. Remembering what I enjoyed when I was a ten-year-old boy, I put on the first Independence Day movie for them.

Nine-Year-Old: “This looks old.”

Me: “It’s kinda old. I was ten when it came out.”

Ten-Year-Old: “Okay, so it’s not kinda old, it’s hecka old.”

Me: “Hey!” *Laughs.*

I go back to finish my work, and the boys seem to be enthralled with the movie. They come out to see me when it’s done.

Ten-Year-Old: “So that like… happened in the nineties?”

Me: “The movie is from 1996, yeah.”

Nine-Year-Old: “How did they rebuild everything so fast?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Nine-Year-Old: “Like, they blew up the white house, and like, New York.”

Ten-Year-Old: “But Mom took us to New York last year, and it was all still there. When did they rebuild it?”

Me: “Uh, guys… It’s just a movie. Aliens didn’t really invade Earth in the nineties.”

Nine-Year-Old: “Oh. It’s such a long time ago, so we thought it really happened.”

Ten-Year-Old: “Yeah, like that other movie about the boat sinking.”

Me: “Titanic?”

Ten-Year-Old: “Yeah! That was the nineties, too, right?”

Me: “That was 1912.”

Ten-Year-Old: “Anything that starts nineteen is old.”

After I got over how “old” I was, I established with them that the Titanic happened, aliens invading in the nineties didn’t, and they’re no longer allowed to watch movies at my place ever again!