We took the boys to see Kung Fu Panda a couple weeks ago. The only other time we’ve all been to the movies as an entire family unit was to see Ratatouille, so needless to say, they were excited.
Leah, ever the movie cheapskate, had the boys pick out snacks and smuggle them in to the theater. If you think this is a new activity, ask me about the “big” bag sometime. I was running late, so I asked her to get me a popcorn and soda. When she got up to the counter, the boys all stared through the glass at the array of candy, and Noah yelled, “Mommy, look! I have one just like that!”
The police were not called.
I finally arrived and in we went. A brief crisis ensued because not every boy could sit next to Daddy. However, that didn’t really matter because after they saw the bad guy/snow leopard, Noah and Aidan were in Mommy and Daddy’s laps. Admittedly, he was a scary bad guy.
Scary enough so that they did not like him at all. So much so that by the final fight scene, the twins had clearly chosen the side of the Panda, because every single time he landed a kick or punch they shouted at the tops of their little lungs at the screen, “YEAH!!!”
There were many, many punches and kicks.