We tried it again. You know, the whole movie thing? We were going crazy in the house with Robbie last Saturday and the weather wasn’t fabulous. So, what occurred to us? Yeah. We thought a trip to see Cars 2 would be great. And it was. At least it started out that way.
When we got to the theatre, we explained to Robbie that we’d be seeing a move about cars. He yelled, “Oh, boy!”, giving me the false confidence that he actually understood what I was talking about and would participate like a big boy.
We got some popcorn and settled in the theatre. Rob was entertained by the movie and the popcorn and the drinks for about 45 minutes, far longer than his last movie attempt in December. And then, suddenly, it was over. He had spilled a bag of popcorn on the floor and started eating it. He tried to climb the chairs in front of us, much to the irritation of the seven-year-olds seated there. He wanted to run up and down the aisles. He. Was. Done.
And so were Justin and I. Not entirely drawn in by Cars 2, I was actually relieved to have an excuse to leave. Except Robbie was soaked. All the way through. So, it was time for a quick trip to TJMaxx to find a new outfit before heading out on our next adventure, a trip to the beach to try to wear Robbie out. Actually, it was followed by two trips because they forgot to take the sensors off the outfit.
And then we were off to the beach. You know, to wear the kid out? Let him run around on the sand? Well, he didn’t get the memo that he was supposed before he got to the water. He was soaked. And crazy. And not at all tired. Especially after an ice cream cone. And a lost phone on my part. But it’s the stuff memories are made of, right? Driving an hour each way to the beach in hopes that an hour of activity will wear your kid out?