All summer long I've been waiting to take Beatrice Kate to see one of the $1 kid's movies that theaters around here put on (I'm sure it's probably a nation-wide thing, I have no idea really). But clearly, we've been quite busy the last few months, so it hadn't happened. Finally, the stars aligned and yesterday we had a hot, humid day and an unplanned, free morning; so we capitalized on the chance to spend the day at the theater.
Right or wrong, girlfriend LOVES to watch movies and television. I can't blame her too much though, because it may be genetic. My absolute favorite thing in the world is to go to the movies. My dad loves it too. It's sort of a family thing, and I was excited to share it with Bea. She had no clue what she was walking into. I tried to explain to her over breakfast what "going to the movies" meant...
Bea: Will we have Family Movie night in the day time?
Me: Sort of. Except instead of the family, it'll just be you and me. And instead of watching a movie on our t.v., we'll go see it on a big screen.
Bea: A big screen?!? How big?
Me: Pretty big. Giant, even.
Bea: Bigger than Mandrake's TV?
Since Mandrake's TV is the Gold Standard for television watching, she couldn't wrap her tiny, preschool mind around the fact that there was a screen larger than that. Once I told her about the popcorn we'd get to eat while we were there, she was the one who was rushing ME out of the house. Ya'll. That never happens. Ever.
But we eventually arrived...