We've just say down to watch Elf, after much begging from the 3DC. We decorated Christmas cupcakes together, sorted snacks, blankets, drinks etc. Proper picture perfect stuff right? I really pulled out all the stops.
And within 5 minutes, they're all wandering round the room, trying to tell me the plot to five nights at Freddies instead, criticising the film and the toddler is trying to turn the TV off while screaming. Is there a magic age when family film night becomes an pleasant thing? Or is it always this kind of chaos? 