Day 3 was taken up nearly completely by going to see "How to Train Your Dragon", which was showing as part of a Wednesday morning summer movie series for the kiddies at our beautiful old movie house in town. The Tivoli Theater opened in 1928 as just the second cinema in the world showing talkies. I wonder what the sweaty, mosquito-bite-laden campers were seeing in the summer of '28? Audrey would have been just as entertained by Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton as she was by "How to Train Your Dragon". Which is to say, not very. Lauren swears that she sat nicely through the whole thing, which she never does for me.
Whenever I take her to the movies she pretends that she has to go to the bathroom so that she can dance around the wide, empty corridors. She has this thing about open floorspace. When she sees a patch of it in public, it apparently screams "Gotta dance!" to her. And then she busts out this crazy, leg-kicky dance as if it's something that she's been dying to do but just hasn't had the room for. She does it in the big empty conference rooms at the church where she takes her piano lessons, in restaurants that have a vestibule outside where the bathrooms are, at the library in the storytime area...anywhere with a little extra elbow room and carpet that she can cut.
Anyhoo, I guess Lauren was spared the fancy dancin'. The only weird thing that happened was that Audrey seemed suddenly anxiety-ridden when it came time to get on the bus after the movie was over. They had walked to the movie and I'm not quite sure why they took a bus back, but I'm sure that this threw Audrey. There was a time that she loved the big yellow school buses, but I guess she's gotten used to riding in style. Either that or somehow knew that long buses and her just don't go together.
She told Lauren, "I hope you didn't get hit by a car", which when run through the Pronoun Reconfigurator probably means "I hope that we don't get hit by a car". And then when they went over some train tracks, "I hope a train doesn't come". Easy there, Debbie Downer. Don't use up all of that irrational fear in one bus ride.
Coming tomorrow...Day 4: Cosmic bowling and baby's first pedi.