The other day, J suggested a night at the drive-in movie theater. I glared at him as if he had hot pink devil horns sprouting from his head in response.
The idea is pleasant enough. However, reality is entirely subjective. Our last attempt at a drive-in movie night was before Abby was born. While J shared a front seat with Jedi, munching on popcorn, enjoying the show, having a grand time of it, I was stuck attempting to soothe and contain the wild beast in the back. A monster who was steadfast on utter chaos and destruction in such limited space. The hellion who absolutely refused to be restrained or cooperative or at a respectable movie watching volume, for crying out loud. Multiply this by 2 now and how is this fun for me?
No, really, HOW?
Suffice it to say, the drive-in is unfortunately off limits for the 5 of us this summer. At least as far as I’m concerned. Add it to the ever growing list of maybe next year’s.