This holiday season has been one of shopping, eating, and movie seeing. We took the kids to a couple of movies and I really enjoyed adoring Robert Downey, Jr.'s hair, quirky personality, and wit. I also admired Tom Cruise's Ray Banned face, stunts, and smarts. Studs, I tell ya. Both of them, pure studs.
Our family enjoys a good movie complete with stadium seating, gifted movie tickets, and crowds galore.
What I don't enjoy is the occasional doofus who sits in front of one of my children and turns around to tell my child to quit kicking his chair.
Doofus: (Turning around) "Quit kicking my chair."
Me: (leaning over to Payton who is 3 seats away) "Did you kick his chair?"
Payton: Shaking his head "no".
Me: Settling back in to enjoy Tom and his chiseledness - is that a word?
Ten minutes later...
Doofus: (Turning around) "Quit kicking my chair!"
Me: (Leaning over to Payton who is three seats away) "Payton, are you kicking this guy's chair?"
Payton: Looking shocked and shaking his head "no".
Me: (to the doofus in a loud whisper) "He's not kicking your chair. His legs aren't long enough to reach your chair. Leave him alone and turn around and watch the movie!"
Doofus: Turned around and watched the movie for the rest of the evening.
Me: (Heart pounding out of my chest leaning over to Kourtni): "Keep your legs very still, I don't want to pick another fight!"
Yeah, I'm a grizzly mama bear when it comes to defending my children. Don't mess with me, especially in a dark movie theater cuz I will. take. you. on.
Tom Cruise has definitely worn off on me. Sheesh.
"Don't you be messin' wit our momma."