We fulfilled James's dreams last night. Clad in his Spiderman pajama shirt, khaki's and boots (no socks) he hopped in the minivan ready to see The Avengers. He'd spent the earlier part of his weekend watching double plays of Captain America and was completely ready to see his idols all together on screen. True to family form, we were running late. The six thirty showing was sold out and the only remaining option was the seven o'clock 3-D option. Whatever, if you're treating yourself, why not go big right?
To kill time and feed Dad before the show, we sat down at a nearby hibachi restaurant. Over chicken and rice, James starts to scan the room. He did this a few times and we continued to eat. Finally, he announces "Mom, I'm the only superhero in here. If anything happens, I'll have to save everyone." Now, what do you say to that?
The movie was great. James felt like it would've gone better if he (Spiderman) could have participated. I enjoyed the sight of my mini-miracle in pint-sized 3-D glasses sitting on the edge of his seat. Sure, he wasn't the quietest patron in the house nor was he still for two hours, but it was pretty super!
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