The kids love "Doctor Who."
We watched two episodes last weekend and they begged for more this weekend. Meanwhile, they played with my sonic screwdrivers, drew pictures of the TARDIS, and read the Who encyclopedia. And, so, on Saturday night we watched "Blink," the episode with the scary Weeping Angels. But it was a little too much.
Then Sunday morning after UU service, Sis and Bud played "Doctor Who" on the playground with the other kids. They all talked about Daleks and Cybermen, Doctors 9, 10, and 11, the Face of Boe. And they ran around playing a kind of Weeping Angels tag, only moving when their target wasn't looking. It really was perfect, a happy/proud parenting moment for me and the sense of how right the UU church is for us. And I think it purged them of Weeping Angel nightmares.
Of course, now when we go to London, they want to visit the Doctor Who store with its TARDIS. They also want to see Harry Potter's Platform 9 3/4 and the phone booth where he dialed into the Ministry of Magic. So much for the Tower or Westminster Abbey or the British Museum--our trip to London this spring might be a fandom trip!