Our family went to the McHenry Drive-In Theatre to see the movie “Transformers.”

My son, of course, knows all about Transformers.

“Transformers…

“Robots in disguise.

“Tranformers…

“More than meets the eye.”

How can one ever forget that kids’ television theme song?

As is typical with Hollywood, the movie had a subplot about clueless parents.

In one scene the beautiful 11th grade girl has climbed in the boy’s second floor bedroom. They are talking loud enough for the parents to hear them from downstairs.

The good transformers are outside trashing the lawn that the father so carefully tends. The boy is looking for his explorer grandfather’s spectacles.

The robots are shining lights into the bedroom window that the parents see under the hall door.

The mother starts asking questions, one of which was:

“Were you masturbating?”

“What’s masturbating mean?” my son asks.

Just what parents of a 10-year old wants to discuss during what should have been a G-rated movie.

But, wait.

It gets worse.

When the mom and dad see the girl, they don’t make a comment.

Their son seems to be the type who has never had a date in high school and they express no surprise that a pretty teen is in his bedroom.

And the parents reaction?

No problem.

So, who was the pervert in Hollywood responsible for these stunning lapses in judgment?

The Camaro transformer’s name is Bumblebee. When he transforms he is a lot bigger.

And really cool.