Over the weekend, the kids and I went to see the new SpongeBob movie. The theater was packed with young kids and their caregivers. What did I get myself into?
We finally found some seats way, way, way up front.
My seat was also to the left of the only left-handed teenager in the room. Lucky me. When he was finished eating his popcorn, I could finally fall asleep. It wasn’t my original plan. I just could not stay awake or stay focused on the movie, even with Antonio Banderas as a pirate.
This is what I imagine that I looked like to my kids and the left-handed teenager.
I can’t really tell you that it was an awful or awesome movie. However, my kids loved it and that’s all I know.
My 10-year-old daughter loves some Spongebob. If I sit directly in front of an episode and don’t have intelligent thought for the duration, I can actually enjoy an episode. This, if you’re not prepubescent or on narcotics, is a prerequisite for watching Spongebob.
If the kids loved it, that’s all that matters!
True! 🙂