Last Saturday, John decided that we needed an outing. He is good at impromptu outings. I think he sensed that I was feeling a bit cooped up from having sick children at home all week, and needed to see the living world again. He suggested that we drive up to Milwaukee and see a movie. If you do the math, it is actually cheaper for us to drive to Milwaukee and see a movie at the dollar movie theater there, than to pay for outrageously expensive movie tickets at the theaters here. This was his argument and I jumped at the chance to be out of the house.
As we crossed into Wisconsin, here is what I heard coming from the back seat:
Brady: No, Nathan, my feet are waaaaaaaay stinkier than yours. Smell them.
Nathan (smelling Brady's feet): No way. Mine are stinkier.
Brady: Nathan, I know, I know. Lets have a sock smelling competition!
Nathan: Yeah, Brady. Smell my feet. They are super stinky.
Then there was a long period of silence, interrupted by giggles. Then. . .
Brady (jubilant): I AM THE SOCK SMELLING CHAMPION!
The kids voted to see "Puss in Boots." I sat in between Avery and Nathan so that I could have my fill of popcorn. The only problem was, three handfuls of popcorn into the movie, I felt like I was going to throw up on the entire theater, so I quickly excused myself to the ladies room. And it continued the entire (very long, painful) way home. Whoever thought it was a good idea to drive all the way to Wisconsin just to see a dollar movie needs to be shot.
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