tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254663044324501785.post-35290390216594879132008-06-17T12:10:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:25:50.142-07:002008-06-20T15:25:50.142-07:00Wow, am I late with this recap. Well, we'll live.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6aG7lM9AjZQ/SFgM6qUFr2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ix08xVZLS8s/s1600-h/IMG_2524.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212930770611842914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6aG7lM9AjZQ/SFgM6qUFr2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ix08xVZLS8s/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" /></a>That's how The Husband celebrated the reason why he gets Father's Day gifts: taking The Boy and me to The Boy's first movie theater movie. (The Husband got a couple of books -- that I will break in for him -- and a pedometer he'd actually considered on his own.)<br /><br />We prepped The Boy for the experience, and he did really well. Went to the bathroom before and afterwards, had a few peanut M&amp;M's, didn't get scared by the "fight" scenes (although he was a little worried that the bad guy was really going to hurt a few other characters), and no more than the usual loud-child's-voice-in-the-theater moments. But that's to be expected in a KID'S movie... anyone who was in there expecting peace and quiet was in the wrong damn showing.<br /><br />Together with breakfast at our favorite local diner, it was a pretty swell day. Oh, and I remembered to get the cards to the fathers-in-law out in plenty of time. Bonus.BloggingQueenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09576920158863874498noreply@blogger.com