We went to see The Santa Clause 3 today and I learned a very important and equally depressing lesson: My son is no longer a kid.
MrZ had suggested movies like Saw 3 and Grudge 2 but I snottily reminded him that this was a movie for LilZ and I, not for him and that we were going to see The Santa Clause movie because LilZ and I both loved the other two so surely the third, with Martin Short added to the mix would be equally awesome. Of course, I noticed some hesitation on LilZ’s part, but I opted to ignore it and continue with the plan.
About 30 minutes into the movie, I realized that LilZ was incredibly bored and possibly contemplating escape. For the first time, possibly ever, we left a movie before it was over. Now, I was enjoying it because I’m a sucker for really lame Tim Allen Christmas movies…but LilZ was suffering a breakdown of boredom and I didn’t want to waste time we could be enjoying doing other things. So, we went shopping and had a great afternoon.
sigh – NikkiZ better hurry and grow up or I’m going to have to go see that Matthew Broderick Christmas movie by myself.