The Big-Eyed Boy and I needed to clear out of the house for a few hours today, so despite my earlier outrage about Jerry Seinfeld’s duplicity, we went to see Bee Movie after enjoying a nice lunch at the playground.
There’s something oddly disconcerting about being the only two people in a massive movie theater, which I guess shouldn’t have come as a surprise considering it was 12 o’clock on a weekday. Even more awkward: my son fell asleep mid-way through the flick, and I began snoozing, too, not long after.
Honestly, I don’t know if our siestas meant that the movie was that boring, the chairs were that comfortable, or our lunch was that heavy. Maybe it was a combination of the three. Either way, I wish I’d saved the $13 admission price (and the $14 spent on popcorn and pop) and simply stayed home.
Perhaps before heading out to the movie I should’ve checked out the nutcracker Kim found. At least the giggling would’ve kept me awake!