We were in the parking lot of the theater before he figured out my surprise! He sprinted to the door and again in search of theater 5, saying he didn't want to miss a thing! I had no choice but to run with well, behind him.
I'll admit, I got teary-eyed at the thought that we must be doing something right, trying not to spoil our kids if going to the theater is still thrilling.
The notion of joy in giving hadn't felt as real as it did for me that night in a while. I was beaming as I saw his eyes peeled to the screen, shooting me a big grin between trailers, his mouth full of sour candy, his body cuddling closer to mine as the movie continued.
There were a few moments I was uncertain about whether or not the movie was too scary. We saw Hotel Transylvania. Overall, it was a cute flick. As cute as monsters, zombies, and all things creepy can be. There is even a sweet little love poem written by the lady that fell in love with Dracula. The ride home included all sorts of questions and affirmations that he was mature enough to handle the content.
You may recall he has an affinity for monsters, mummies, and Scooby Doo mysteries (impossibly un-relatable to me).
He's been mesmerized by the trailer for weeks. When he learned Transylvania was a real place, the questions became incessant. He brought home library books to learn more about the story & even asked Siri questions on the topic.
The movie's reviews surprised me and gave me the feeling that if he can process Scooby Doo cartoons, he'd enjoy Hotel Transylvania. After viewing, I agree.
Today, I found a bat in the tree in my front yard.
And a baby getting bad ideasPin It