In half an hour, we will be packing the boy up to take him to a movie theatre for the very first time. Pixar’s Up is opening today, you see.
We switched Grandma’s Fridays for this. And yes, if he was in school, we’d be manufacturing an excuse to keep him home.
Earlier in the week we were concerned and rather disappointed, because the only listings available were for the 3D showings, and there’s no way the boy would be able to sit through an entire film in a movie theatre for the first time and keep a pair of polarized lenses on at the same time. But we checked this morning and to our relief, all the non-3D listings were up as well.
He has been told that there will be popcorn. I said we would share a bag, and I was informed that no, Mama, you could get your own bag.
Right. If he’s not awake within the next five minutes, we’re waking him up.
ETA: He. was. awesome. So was the movie.
I was informed that no, Mama, you could get your own bag.
*howls* That serves you right for trying to mooch your son’s popcorn. You greedy, greedy, popcorn-thieving Mama, you.
Grats on the successful outing to the theater. I know my first one was Fantasia when I was three and that so did not go well.