It has been so miserably, blisteringly, meltingly hot in New York the past couple of weeks that on Friday I couldn't even muster up the energy to take Roan to the pool. Everyone in this city is fed up and cranky, myself included.
I had been suggesting to Roan all week that we go to the movies but I think I freaked him out when describing what a movie theatre was like. I think he thought that rather than watching Despicable Me 2 we were, in fact, going to the main villainous characters house. Funny when you realize how difficult it is to describe something so familiar to onesself.
Finally on Friday he took the bait when our neighbor Claire offered to join us. We went to a giant multiplex in downtown Brooklyn. Roan squirmed in my lap for the first half hour but I think mostly because the movie was so damn loud. I am not sure who decides on decibels for films but I can only imagine that they are suffering from significant hearing loss.
The movie was pants (Scottish for "it sucked") Why why why does Hollywood insist on recycling the exact same archetypes and gender roles and story lines in every kids movie? Seriously the structure was pretty much a g rated version of any James Bond plot.
ANYhow, Roan enjoyed it and apart from a trip out for a pee and popcorn managed to stay put the whole time. After we took this little photo booth memento.