We went to see Monsters vs. Aliens 3D. My recommendation; don't.
Lame. No disrespect to Reese Witherspoon, I like her; but lame.
AndyHam rocked out during the previews. And the credits (in the aisle with a little more enthusiam) but I didn't get the camera out in time for that show. He was funnier than the movie.
The kids all wanted popcorn, and I said no. That stuff will kill 'em young, and cost us their college tuition. So I said no. Joey whined and whimpered and pouted for popcorn. He was mad the whole time. And I still said no. Then half way through the movie, right when the Golden Gate is crumbling, Joey turns to me and whispers, "Dad gets me popcorn."
The kids all had raving reviews for dad when we got home. I told him it was lame, and he asked the kids if they ate a lot of popcorn.
silence. heads turning. eyes glaring, piercing my very soul.
Dani took responsibility, as the oldest, to let dad know that mom wouldn't buy popcorn.
"It'll kill 'em, Conan."
"But it's the movies. You have to get popcorn at the movies."
He's right. I'm lame.
no I'm not.