We had family movie night last night. Because we are frugal (whoops--CHEAP), we wait for the movies to hit the dollar theater; then because we are REALLY CHEAP we wait for Monday nights when its 75 cent night.
Recently we've sat through Clash of the Titans (it wasn't any better than the 1982 version), numerous kids flicks, and Reagan and I wanted to see "Letters to Juliet." Tre' nixed it at every opportunity, but he's at Scout Camp this week. Monday night--movie night--let's go to see "Letters to Juliet."
Reagan and Madi were on one side, DJ and I were in the middle, and Josh was on my other side. Every so often I'd look over and Reagan and Madi were munching on popcorn, making gooey eyes at the screen, and loving every moment of it. At one point, the Taylor Swift "Love Story" song came on, and they were mouthing the words, smiling.
Josh. Wow. What a difference. About two minutes into the movie, her started complaining about his stomach. Then he started ROLLING around on his seat. Then he grabbed the popcorn bucket and ate non-stop. Then he complained some more. Then he put his head between his knees. THEN I sent him over a couple of seats to do some more. By the time we were at the climax of the movie, he was lying upside down on his seat, legs in the air, throttling his neck with his own hands. I've never laughed so hard.
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I went and saw that movie too... there was a boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife duo in front of us. This grown man acted about like Josh throughout the movie... lots of "OH. MY. GOSH! They did NOT just do that!" Groaning and I think tears of agony were shed on his part :)
Would have loved to watch Josh "watch" the movie ;)
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