We took Jack to his first movie in the theater recently.
Of the three of us, I was by far the most excited. You would think we were going to, like, a queso festival or a party thrown by Oprah. I was giddy.
Durel was, as he tends to be, a bit more pragmatic about it. The movie of choice, Planes, wasn't getting great reviews. The attendee of honor, Jack, isn't always known for his patience or ability to sit still and be quiet when it's required.
Still, it was exciting.
Tickets were purchased. Photos were taken. Jack's outfit represented an amalgamation of transportation: monster truck tee; planes on his shorts, Star Wars moving thingees on his shoes. And, Francesco Bernoulli in his hand.
(Come to think of it, Jack may be the Roger Ebert of the family. He knew that Planes would be so formulaic and modeled after Cars that he just went ahead and brought some Cars propaganda. You know, since we haven't been to Target to buy the Planes propaganda yet.)
So, how was the movie?
Um, I liked it. Dane Cook voices the main character, Dusty Crophopper, who is a crop dusting plane who dreams of being a racer. (Not really a) Spoiler alert: He overcomes his fears, is a good guy, and wins the race.
Durel thought it was a smidge hard to sit through. Fair enough. (If Sean Payton had voiced the "coach plane," I bet he would be singing a different tune. Just saying.)
Jack thought the popcorn was delicious.
|Waiting. For. Popcorn.|
We went to one of those awesome theaters with reclining seats and a full menu. Jack insisted that he just wanted popcorn. So, we got him popcorn.
In reality, we got him a bowl of popcorn approximately three times the size of his head. Gallons of popcorn. A huge mixing bowl of buttery, popcorny goodness. He dove in. We almost had to grab him by his ankles to make sure he came out in one piece.
And he told everyone for the rest of the weekend that he loved going to the movie theater because he liked eating popcorn.
Hope you have a relative victory today. With butter, maybe.