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Date Night

Randy, Gracie & I went to our first family movie the other night. For me, it was the first movie I'd seen in the theater since I was 8 months pregnant (more than two years ago). For GracieGirl, it was her very first movie ever.
Off to a good start, GracieGirl fell asleep on the drive to the theater. As I paid for our tickets, we laughed at the fact that we were not only paying $5.00 for a 18 month old, but a sleeping 18 month old (they start charging after the kid hits one year). We also paid $7.75 each to see Valiant, a movie neither of us have heard of or were dying to see. So much for my great debut back into movies with some Oscar-winning film.
Halfway through the movie, Gracie awoke from her nap, sat on her daddy's lap, watched the movie for thirty seconds, then started wailing. As I took her outside, I was smiling at her crying over a cartoon. But then I started to think about it: If I woke up from a much needed nap & found myself in a large dark room with a bunch of gigantic pigeons covering an entire wall, I might cry too.
I went to the counter to ask for a refund. Surprisingly, they gave it to me. I think the screaming baby (who was charged the ticket price of child) convinced them. I'm not sure which was more funny: paying $20.50 to see a movie you don't want to see (for Gracie, who was sleeping), or getting the entire thing refunded.
Gracie continued to cry, so we decided to bribe her with ice cream (Mother of the Year). Turns out Gracie has a new philanthropy she enjoys. As we all sat outside & ate our ice cream (which cheered her up immensely), she walked around picking trash up off the ground, saying "traaassshh" & taking the nasty items to the trash can. I refuse to think about the nasty things she picked up. I figure if I don't think about it, maybe it didn't really happen. xoxo

posted by nicole @ 9/06/2005 09:22:00 PM