Tonight, I took the kids to see a movie. There was a family event on base, and they provided dinner and showed "Up" at the base theater. I'm glad it was free. To begin with, Aidan refused to eat his pizza. Typical. Then, within minutes of the movie starting, I kicked over my drink. Awesome. I wasn't playing around, either. There was none of this knock it over but the lid stays on so you don't lose too much of it nonsense. I might as well have drop-kicked it, there was so much splatter. I don't even know where my lid and straw ended up.
But it was a cute movie...I think. Why, oh, why did I have to have the two loudest children in the theater? I guess I'm just really super duper lucky. Neely has one volume: fortissimo! She wasn't crying or unhappy. She just had to make some noise...and squirm, and squirm, and squirm. With about 30 minutes left in the movie, she finally stopped wigging. Why? It was that magic time, 7:30pm, when she's suddenly ready to sleep. It never happens at 7:25, only 7:30.
Aidan had to talk through the whole movie. The louder the movie got, the louder he got. He had to comment or ask questions about everything that was going on. Oh, and when I gave him popcorn, every ten seconds he'd announce to whomever would listen, "I have popcorn!" It got to where my friend Ashley would egg him on, saying, "Aidan, do you have popcorn? What is that you're eating?" Thanks a lot!
Oh, and let's not forget about the seat gnawing. You'd think I was talking about Neely, wouldn't you, since she's the child that puts everything in her mouth. No, this was Aidan as well. He'd turn around and chew on the back of his seat, or stand up and chew on the seat in front of him, or lean over and get at the armrest. I mean, what?! You can't blame it on teething with a three-year-old.
Needless to say, I won't be paying to take my kids to the theater for a long, long time.