Today is the second day of one of the few weeks this summer that Dear Son is not booked into some camp or activity. I actually try not to book them up too solid so they have time to get bored. Summer is for glorious boredom, isn't it? Anyway, he's got Zoo Camp, Boy Scout Camp, Church Camp, School Camp... you know. And he really loves all of them, but he also just wants to laze around too. His buddy is over today and they decided to go see a movie while sister worked at her volunteer job (more on how proud I am of her later). They chose Kung Fu Panda. Jeez, I said. Where's my knitting?!
I will admit to seeing more animated features in the last 10 years than 'real' movies. Some were enchanting, but for most I was just putting in time. So this morning, we were off, and I had another prayer shawl in tow (more on that later too).
We are 3 of 8 people in the theater, and I've announced that it's popcorn for lunch today, so they're at it. They choose seats in the middle of the second row, and I sat further back on the aisle near the lights so I could knit. The lights dim and the theatre theme song begins. For St. Louisans, it's Wehrenberg, a theatre celebrating some huge birthday so they have this montage of theatres and their theme songs over time. I look down and there are my two munchkins, their arms up and waving back and forth to the music. I snorted my Diet Coke. Then I hear them whispering "Wehrenberg, Wehrenberg, Wehrenberg" in huge stage whispers, and I laughed out loud. That was the high point.
The low point? Not the movie -- it's very entertaining and the animation is beautiful. The low point is that I enjoyed it. I've sunk so low that I actually laughed out loud and teared up a little at the end of a movie **SPOILER ALERT*** about a digitally animated giant panda who's so fat that no one believes he can become a Kung Fu master and he does it and realizes that the secret ingredient to the soup that is each of our lives is our own self. The seminal moment? When he says, "I'm not A fat panda, I'm THE fat panda!" and then kicks the bad guy's butt. Gawd. Send Tolstoy. Quick.
So now the boys are playing in the hose with the dogs and I'm here in a quiet house typing waiting for daughter to get home. The laundry is done and I've put away most of the vacation detritus.
And I'm waiting for the boredom to set in.