Sour patch kids should not be eaten for breakfast (if at all). I can’t say it seemed like a good idea at the time. It didn’t. But there they were. Leftover from yesterday’s (mis)adventure. I should have known better then as well. It was shaping up to be another disgustingly hot day. I didn’t feel like cooking. Decided to treat the little man, and myself, to a nice lunch at Udupi. That went well. He actually stayed seated. More or less. Until the food arrived he was busy coloring on the tablecloth and blowing kisses at me. What happened afterwards did not go as smoothly. I took him to see the Powerpuff Girls movie, mistakenly thinking it would be a good place to cool off. The little man was very excited. Too excited. We started off by purchasing the candy. Once seated he dug into it, happily bouncing up and down in his seat. Once the previews started the bouncing moved to the aisle, where he was still within my grasp. Once the movie started it was all over. He began running up and down the aisle before I could grab him. Once I did he squirmed and struggled and wailed in my arms. I let him go and instructed him to stay in our row. He did this for a minute or two. Then he slowly sidled over to the aisle. Before I knew it he was back in the aisle. Running up and down it before I could grab him. Again.
Lather.
Rinse.
Repeat.
After a few minutes I’d had enough of it. As had the rest of the audience, I think. I retrieved him. I asked him if he wanted to leave. He pointed to the rear of the theater and said “door” questioningly. I replied “yes” and he was off running. So it wasn’t difficult to get him to exit the theater itself. But then he lingered in the lobby. Having discovered some car racing video game, replete with chair and steering wheel. I allowed him to play with that for a bit, before dragging him off to the car. When I was unlocking it I realized that we’d lost Buzz Lightyear en route. When the little man realized this he became hysterical. Fortunately he was already strapped into his carseat. Started the car and pulled it around to the street. Parked illegally. Put on the flashers. Scanned the street. Spotted it. Then dodged traffic to retrieve the beloved doll. Luckily he hadn’t been run over in the mean time. Some passerby pointed at me and heckled. I ignored him. Rushed to return to the non-air-conditioned car (hotter and sweatier than I’d been all day) to reunite Buzz and a relieved little man. Then we headed home. Our misadventures over for the day.
