By the time I was your age, I had already seen a movie in the theatre: it was E.T. back in 1982.
But as for you, Mommy and I still haven’t taken you to experience a movie on the big screen.
Actually, we had planned to take you to see The Croods back in the spring, and then Planes during the summer, or Monsters University, but you never seemed impressed by the idea… maybe because of the instant gratification of Netflix instant streaming.
If only there was a kids’ movie about Batman that was going to be coming to theatres this winter…
After all, you dressed up as Batman for Halloween. (That means we let you wear your Batman pajamas out in public.)
Or maybe if there was a movie about Legos. You love to watch those amateur stop-motion videos on YouTube that feature Lego men.
And Ninja Turtles, too. You’re starting to think they’re cool.
What if… what if there was a movie that contained all these fun characters and it was a kids’ movie and I actually wanted to see it too?
You guessed it, this hypothetical movie actually exists and it’s coming out in February.
So, I think we should go see it. If Mommy and I haven’t taken you to your first movie in a theatre by then, I declare it shall be The Lego Movie.
I’ve been so hesitant about taking to you to see a movie because I don’t know what kind of attention span you might have for it; especially in public.
Here at the house, you’ve sat through entire movies before, but I think it had a lot to do with the fact you were able to avoid a nap because of it.
(Sometimes it’s just easier to let you watch a lazy movie with me on the couch instead of bothering with a nap. It works for both of us.)
Well, February is only three months away. You’ll be over 3 years old by then. I think you’ll be ready for it. Right?
On Friday, Mommy and I went to your school for our first ever routine parent teacher conference. Most of what Ms. Lauren told us about you, we already knew:
That you’re obsessed with trucks and you love to be the line leader.
But what is a bit suprising is that, at school, you never stop talking!
As for me, I was a fairly quiet kid until about the 4th grade; so I sort of assumed the same would be for you.
In fact, you’re so talkative, that Ms. Lauren told us, sort of half-jokingly, that you’re the tatttletell of the class.
When she tells another student to do something, you inform her of your classmate’s failure to comply with the instructions.
It’s not a big surprise, considering what I do for a living is very HR-based. In essense, I tattletale on adults all day long at my job in the office…
Of course, not everything you chat about in class is informing your teacher about your classmates. You also put your teacher in this situation where she is constantly having to make sense of the stories you tell her.
She hears the detailed list of cars that you and I see on the way to school each morning.
Ms. Lauren commented to Mommy and me, “Are there really that many pink trucks and SUVs in Nashville?”
It’s just that you never forget seeing one the first time and it ends up in the regular rotation of your conversation play list.
Nonetheless, you always have plenty to talk about at school. Here I thought that was just with Mommy and I at home, since a lot of the times we see you interact with others, you are shy.
Now we know, you’ve got a lot to say, and Mommy and I aren’t the only ones hearing it.
Two weeks from today, you’ll turn 3 years old. Today Mommy picked up a few Hot Wheels pick-up trucks as party favors for your very small birthday party coming up; the theme is “Trucks.”
The intention was for you to receive one of these party favors yourself, at the time of your actual birthday party.
You convinced Mommy to let you “just hold” your favorite truck out of the bunch, a brown 1987 Toyota.
That’s right, you carried it, in the package, all day, out in public. We went to your school’s Halloween party today, with each member of our family having to hold your in-the-package pick-up truck at some point.
As you were receiving candy and prizes from your teachers along the way, there we were carrying around a packaged toy.
On the drive home tonight, you announced, “Somebody said I can open it.”
You’re unsure of exactly who it was, of course. Being that the only other two people in the car were Mommy and me, it really made the “somebody” a real mystery.
By the time we walked in the front door, Mommy left it up to me. The ridiculous compromise we settled on was that we would let you open your truck, but we had to keep the package in tact and “pretend” to open it in front of your birthday guests so it would seem like a surprise to you too.
Patience is a virtue… that you’re still working on. But hey, so am I. Honestly, who’s not still working on that one?
It’s so hard to hold back sometimes, even though the timing just isn’t right yet.
I know I’ve lived that lesson more times than I wish to count.
The good news for you is, I don’t see a lot of repercussions with you privately opening your own birthday party favor two weeks early.
No one ever has to know, especially since we managed to open the package without tearing it too badly.
Honestly, you behaved very well. I was quite impressed. It was a non-event.
I didn’t have to do any of my recently acquired deep-breathing ad-lib yoga exercises. I didn’t have to find my place of serenity.
You let Mommy and I shop for over an hour, as we spent hardly anything on the few items we needed, in peace.
And just look at your face in the picture as you were getting ready for the car ride home.
I’ve been noticing on the car rides to and from school every day, that it seems you’ve developed a new fascination with ambulances and police cars.
“They’re going to help that crash!” you exclaim every time you hear an emergency vehicle pass nearby.
I’m actually pretty impressed by your anglicized pronunciation of the sirens.
Once we got home, you forgot all about wanting to watch Mater’s Tall Tales on Netflix, instead choosing to go upstairs with me and try out your new ambulance and police car, with their corresponding action figures.
Though I did go through the trouble to shoot a quick video, what really cracked me up was seeing how you cared for the crash victims, which were in a pink Micro Machine race car from when I was a kid:
Instead of pretending to put the invisible passengers into the back of the ambulance, you decided just to try to put the whole car in.
It didn’t quite fit, but I do appreciate your concept of helping the entire car and all its passengers inside the ambulance.
After all, why not just fix the car at the same hospital that the crash victims are being treated?
And it’s those kinds of memories that make paying the ”good little boy in T.J. Maxx” tax totally worth it.
Just imagine, you ran around an indoor playground for 2 and a half hours wearing that mascot of a costume.
Normally, a person’s alter ego would be a stronger, faster, more intelligent version… with super powers.
At least you were able to accidentally swing your massive tail at other kids as you ran pass them.
However, I think your cousin Calla’s alter ego choice was even more bizarre: Batman.
Not only is Calla a girl, but she’s a girly girl; always wearing pink or purple and carrying around a baby doll and a kitten.
So as to how exactly she felt Batman, who I’ve already alluded to is my favorite comic book (and movie) superhero, is puzzling to me.
She walked around like Frankenstein, arms out, possibly attempting to fly.
We’ll have to ask her about that one day.
At least Sophie’s alter ego choice made perfect sense: She was a pink poodle.
Sophie already sort of reminds me of a cute little playful puppy anyway; always so happy to see you at school. Plus, she has the curly hair thing going on too, so the costume was a good match all around.
I especially was entertained when you and Sophie (top picture) decided to read to each other, simultaneously, while dressed as Baby Bop and a pink poodle.
What was particularly interesting was the fact you were reading a book that featured a young child dressed up in a dinosaur costume.
I would have to say that this experiment was a success. All three of you were able to display your alter ego… for better or for worse; or weird.