Thursday, August 12, 2010

Day 3: Meh

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.

13 comments:

  1. I'm going to be sad when camp is over... Can't wait to hear what you have to say about the pedi!!

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  2. I have been waiting all day to hear about day 3. I am going to have to get one of those pronoun reconfigurators.

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  3. LOL funny as usual! My daughter also likes to do the same kicky dance in any open space. That's too funny!

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  4. I LOVE that this girl's gotta dance! Too cute :)

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  5. The movie theater was the first place Brian tried his skills with lying- he started yelling "POTTY POTTY POTTY" really loud in the beginning scenes- but he had no desire to pee- just wanted to put the cue ball repeatedly into the pockets of the pool table in the lobby....

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  7. Ha! You have a Pronoun Reconfigurator too, eh? My DD can also be quite the Debbie Downer, imaging disaster @ every turn. Sigh.

    My DD, however, enjoyed the movie. :)

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    Would love it if you'd come visit & return the favor. :)
    Lisa xoxo
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  9. I need a pronoun reconfigurator!

    The last time I took the kids to the movies -- which turned out to be a very successful visit to Toy Story 3 -- I came stocked with snacks to spare. I thought that with fig newtons, cheerios, graham crackers and plenty of juice, I could keep them quiet.

    Well, I waited until the lights went down to start unpacking all my contraband so as not to attract the notice of the theater personnel whose job security depends upon selling lots of $7 cokes.

    As I'm quietly unpacking, Billy takes one look at the food and screams out, "WE'RE HAVING A PICNIC!! WE'RE HAVING A PICNIC!!"

    Great. He picks that moment to use the right pronoun.

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  10. I love that Audrey's "gotta dance". At least she doesn't do her kicky dance in closed and crowded spaces!

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  11. She and my Deaf kid would make a fab dancin duo... he's got some fancy, and by fancy I mean spastic, moves.

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  12. my son does the same thing in wide open spaces and also says odd things when anxious to things.

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  13. Yes! What the hell is it about bathrooms? My son starts going nuts and then making as many weird sounds as possible to hear the echo!

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