Mc: I dreamed about our family. But we're not all here.
Me: Oh, who's missing?
Mc: The baby.
Me: Baby Josie?
J: She's not missing, she's just in your belly.
Mc: But it's taking too long.
. . . on what really goes on at home.


Today I took Justin to the movies for the first time. He was invited to a birthday party for a girl in his preschool class and the main event was High School Musical 3. So, with our popcorn and drinks, a row of 4/5 year olds and a row of their parents settled in for the 1:40 show. They all did pretty good for the first hour (Justin looked so tiny in that big theater seat!) and then they grew more restless. As we walked to the car I asked Justin what he thought of the movie. He said, "it's not like I remembered." I said, "what do you mean?" He said, "it's not like the HSM movie we have at home." "You're right," I said, "it was a little different." Yes, we own HSM1 and, yes, I'm one of those 30 somethings that thinks Zac Effron is cute and, yes, I loved every minute of my date with my son! But, really, the movies at age 4?! Justin ate so much popcorn that by the time we met everyone at the pizza/salad buffet all he wanted was cherry tomatoes and cake and ice cream. Ah, to be young again . . .