Defeated by the weather again today we decided to go to the movies. I booked on line -I love that you can do that so easily and then just walk straight in past all the people queueing in the rain. I needn't have felt smug about that today though.
The film started at 4.10. Husband started fussing about getting ready around 3.30 (only 10 minute drive to the cinema).
I hate being early.
'Do we need to go already?'
'I thought you wanted to get popcorn on the way'
I'd forgotten about that.
By 3.45 we were all loaded in the car. Off we went to the cinema via the local shops. The Butterkist popcorn from the Co-op tastes so much better than the stuff they sell in the cinema foyer and it turns out Husband wants to take his dry cleaning to the place next door.
By the time I have bought the food Husband is just emerging from the cleaners and we walk back to the car together, where the children are waiting. No sooner do we shut the car door and put on our seat belts than Small Sprog chirps up from the back 'I think I need a poo!'
Tall Girl follows with 'So do I!'
'Oh for goodness sake!'Husband explodes. We have driven all of 2 miles and they already need the toilet.
'It's OK' I sooth 'Sometimes you just don't know when you're going to need to 'go' do you?'
Husband smoldered ' Well can you wait until you get there?'
I am thinking 'Not if I can help it, those toilets are a health hazard!' but I say (very calmly!) 'Let's just turn around and go home, there's plenty of time.'
As we pull into the drive the clock on the dash says 3.56
Small Sprog makes a run for it, Tall Girl in hot pursuit shouting 'Bagsey I 'go' downstairs!'
Time moves on.
Small Sprog can poo for England, I swear sometimes more comes out than goes in in the first place!
4.08 and bowels emptied we start again, in silence! Husband has also had a wee (didn't he 'go' before we came out?!) and I'm thinking 'We might just make it before the adverts finish'
When we arrive the queue of people are warm and dry and happily seated inside. There were only our seats left.........at the very front. Husband shot me a look, muttered something about getting here earlier and settled down to watch the screen above! I got the impression that being late was my fault!
The film was fun and Small Sprog giggled through a lot of it. Tall Girl was in charge of the popcorn, which was a big mistake! And, of course, we all have neck ache.
On the way home Small Sprog asked if his very back teeth would ever wobble and fall out like some of his front ones. I said I didn't think so, and that is why we need to brush them so well. He looks disappointed. I ask him why he wants to lose his back teeth.
'They're so big' He replied 'They must be worth at least £2 each '!! The tooth fairy cometh.
PS. I wonder when he'll get the idea to sell other body parts?!