Babysitting the Smurf over the weekend included the funny experience of taking him to a completely inappropriate movie. We decided a trip to the theater was a good way to avoid the heat Saturday, and a call to his mother confirmed she was completely fine with him wanting to see
Ted, in spite of him being a couple of weeks away from turning 12 and Ted having a well-earned R-rating. It was fine, as the movie has all sorts of childish "adult" humor, but probably nothing he hasn't seen or heard already, and he's such a smart, mature kid, it was obvious he kept it in perspective.
And for all our self-consciousness, no one seemed to care about a kid going to that movie: The girl selling the tickets asked his age just to see if he qualified for the discount for kids under 12. And I had prepared for this, saying we'd just pay full price rather than draw attention to us taking an 11-year-old to an R movie.