My son and I went to see The Avengers yesterday. I was so tired. I had been cleaning all day and was looking forward to a good nap. I told him to ask one of his friends to go with him, but he was too impatient and wanted to see it after school. His friends got home too late for him, so I had to go. I tried to follow the story line but the mind wasn't able to.
Several times he nudged me due to my "snoring." I don't think that I was snoring, but he's kind of like that. Although, I can admit that with my tummy filled with a hot dog and a bucket of popcorn, the snoring claim may have some validity.
We went to the 4:00 show, which I thought would be empty, but there was pretty good attendance. He loved the movie and tried to explain it to me, but I was too tired to concentrate. I guess I'll find out today how the movie was. He already can't wait until it goes o DVD.
He's always dragging me to super hero movies, but wouldn't dare go with me to see the kind of movies I'd want to see. I guess that's the luxury of being young. Everything in life revolves around me, me, me.