…us, for buying Riley a ticket for a movie.
Yes, we had hoped that a 2.5 year old could sit through an entire movie. Granted, it was a cool looking movie like WALL-E, but, yeah, DUMB.
Our motives – I suppose – were sweet and well-intentioned. Let’s do a family thing! It’ll be their ‘first’ movie experience. It’s raining. Yet I deliberately switched of the part of my brain that was going WARNING! WARNING! when we were waiting in the lobby and I looked around and saw Riley was the youngest there by far. Come to think of it, Keira might’ve been the youngest. At least she made it all the way through – albeit peppering the movie dialogue with loud statements like, “Where did MUMMY go with RILEY?” “When will she be back?”
That’s right – I had to take my son outside, who lasted in his expensive seat a grand total of 15 min and we went to watch the Thomas the Tank Engine display in the toy store next door.
That’s right folks: my son can’t sit still, but you plonk him in front of a automated train set, going around and around and around in a circle – that’s ALL it does – and he will stand there, transfixed, for half an hour. Go figure.
So we waited. And waited. Finally, they came out. With Keira’s eyes looking somewhat like this:
Poor thing, I think she was overcome with it all. She was quite quiet for the rest of the evening and went to bed early. I suppose it is a draining, over-awing experience for a near 4.5 year old. My first ever movie, {Just cross referencing my diaries to see what it was!}, was when I was about 9. Bit of a difference.
How old were you when you saw your first movie? How old were your kids when you first took them?
Oh, by the way, I heard that WALL-E was really good. What I saw, it looked great. I even got weepy when he watched that damn video and interlaced his metal fingers together to copy the human hand-holding.
Yah. Blech. I know.
