Today Connor got to experience his first real movie in a theatre, and it went surprisingly well. Of course, some might argue that with the big screen television at the house, it's not really a whole lot different. But it is. It was a really, really big screen. There were lots of other kids and parents and some just random people. We won't mention the rotten little girl who sat directly behind us and kicked the back of our chairs the whole time, EVEN after several glaring looks and finally a few choice words to the "parents" who were sitting on either side of her.
There was no popcorn and coke, as I had anticipated. Connor was too hungry BEFORE the movie, so we stopped in at a "Donal's" and split a large chicken nugget meal and an Oreo McFlurry. I think he got the biggest half, to be honest. He really was hungry, apparently. So we had a quick lunch, and I do mean quick, since Mommy had actually planned on eating AFTER the movie. But we made it in time to get our tickets, make a potty stop, and get into our seats before the big crowd came and the lights dimmed. We did have to sit through about five previews, and Connor was getting antsy every time a green preview ratings screen appeared. "'Nother One?" he asked, with a heavy sigh.
Finally, the lights fully dimmed and the 20th Century Fox searchlights appeared. He settled into my lap, since it was hard to see from the seat and it kept folding up on him (or he kept playing with it, one). We settled there for nearly an hour and forty-five minutes. Connor was quiet through most of it, though sometimes describing an animal or something he saw on screen. Toward the end I started hearing the dreaded "Onnor potty?" I let it slide the first two times, because I know it's often an attempt to change his scenery more than a real need to potty. But at the third question, and maybe five minutes before the credits actually rolled, we headed out to potty. He was really getting sleepy, and this was his excuse to move and not give in to the sleepiness, but he did actually potty as well.
And, we had to go back to Grammy's house, you see, where we had left brothers for the afternoon. Connor, though easily tempted into Mommy's truck with the promise of Donal's, was eager to return. He had not gotten to visit with Grammy or Pappy or Louie (a weekend houseguest). He wanted his chance to play at Grammy's house too. So all afternoon, despite the fun things we had planned and were doing, I also kept hearing, "Grammy's house?"
Maybe next time, we'll just go visit at Grammy's house. It would save me the ridiculous $5.25 it cost for a children's matinee ticket (not to mention the $6.50 adult matinee ticket). Then we can just wait for the DVD, and watch it in the comfort of our home with inexpensive popcorn and all the potty breaks we need!