Yesterday we took Annabeth to the movie theater for the first time.
We have been wanting to take her for a while and knew that it needed to happen before Owen comes or it will be years before we all get to go together. We had seen the previews for "Home" and she seemed to be really into them. She also LOVES Jim Parsons, who played the Boov name O in the movie, so we thought that would be an added bonus for her.
We went to the 2:20 showing so we paid the matinee price + $1 off/ticket with a rewards card + they (shockingly!!) let Annabeth in for free! Since the tickets were just $15 for all three of us, Mark decided to treat us to movie snacks. We shared candy, coke, and popcorn.
- that it was dark in the theater (she always asks to watch her movies at home in the dark too)
- the snacks
- sips of coke
- lounging on my lap for the last 20 minutes of the movie (this was my best part too)
"Home" was very cute. It was funny enough that Mark and I enjoyed it but also was appropriate for kids. Annabeth loved hearing "Sheldon's voice" and enjoyed dancing to the music. We left the theater feeling like we had really taken her to a do a fun thing. I was excited to see what she would remember later in the evening and what story she would tell from going.
As we left the theater, I took Annabeth to the restroom. We went in the stall and when I went to lock it, I realized that it was already locked - from the outside. Yes, from the outside. The lock had been installed wrong and so we had the back of the lock on the inside of the stall. I tried and tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge. Annabeth immediately realized that we were locked in and began yelling, "Daddy! We are locked in! Save us!" The restroom was full, as the movie had just let out, and so I yelled over the hand dryers "Hey! Our stall locked from the outside, can someone turn the handle?!" I said it again and again. I waved my foot under the door and my hand over the top. I could see all the ladies, through the crack in the stall door, washing their hands and everyone ignored us. Finally, when I could see that everyone was gone. I looked at the space between the floor and the bottom of the door and decided that I could probably squeeze under. I debated sending Annabeth but I worried that she wouldn't know how to turn the lock or would get scared and run out of the restroom to find Mark in the busy lobby. So, 33 weeks pregnant, Owen and I shimmed under the door, across the dirty public restroom floor, and rescued Annabeth. What did she say? "Oh Mama! You should have called Daddy to save us!"
And so, that is how her first trip of the movies has just become a story about being locked in the bathroom and that Mama didn't even ask Daddy to save us.
I thought I did a pretty good job saving the day though. Oh, the things I will do as a Mama...