Despicable Me
I took the cover off our deck swing and arranged it in the back of the car to make a surprisingly comfortable couch laden with quilts and Buzz Lightyear pillows and we backed into our second row parking spot, sidling up beside an orange pole spitting wires from the top like a decapitated robot (a nostalgic nod to the days when they provided radios beside your car instead of through your dashboard).
We arranged pillows perfectly. We set up two lawn chairs because five of us wouldn't be able to squeeze into the hatchback. The long wait for sunset was accommodated with permission to go play on the grass in front of the screen. "Go practice your ninja turtle moves, Liam," and so off he ran, followed by older brother and younger sister, to roll, dive and summersault until dark.
Scott returned from the candy counter with a bag of Peanut M&M's admitting sheepishly, "They were $4.50," to which I sweetly replied, "Yeah, I thought about getting some at Grant's but they were $1.99 and I thought that was too much for such a little bag." We'll get them next time.
The kids were all asleep ten minutes into the second movie. Scott and I sat in our lawn chairs under an old quilt, watching Russell and the fireflies and the big dipper, eating expensive peanuts and hoping that tomorrow morning would bring a sleep in.
And it did. No one was up before 9:30.
I saw Scott's head move across the parking lot and I smiled.
ReplyDeleteA little birdie (who you happen to be married to) told me you were there : )
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