None of the kids have ever been inside of a dark, you-need-to-whisper style movie theater. Honestly, we were scared. I’m always worried we’re going to come off as one of those parents. You know the kind, they usually receive multiple eye rolls. The drive-in, yes, but even that was a disaster the last few times we tried, which were before Abby was even born. A disaster for me, anyway, since I was the one who felt the brunt of Buzz’s wrath.
J took the day off work yesterday, though, and got it in his head that he wanted to take Jedi to see Avatar. In 3D.
“What do you think?”, J asked me. “Do you think he’ll be OK to go?”
“It’s, like, a 3 hour movie”, I replied.
We hyped it up to Jedi anyway, and he was excited while I was a bit fearful, envisioning the worst. His loud voice getting constantly hushed and a million ants in his pants and so many trips to the bathroom during every pivotal scene. They went anyway. To eat popcorn. And candy. And gulp large fountain drinks (which might not be wise, actually, if trying to avoid bathroom breaks).
They sat quietly through the entire 3 hours, though, and only had to visit the bathroom once. After returning home, I asked Jedi how the movie was. Still clutching his 3D glasses, he beamed, “It was neat!”. If I was allowed to have 6 Reese’s peanut butter cups, a tub of popcorn, and a blue slushie, I’d probably think it was neat, too.