On Saturday we went to see Toy Story 3 in 3-D. This was the first time ever that the Fiddle family went to see an entire movie. Together. The last time I attempted to take all 3 children to a movie theatre was when Jensen was 3.
This was the exciting period of his life when he could do nothing but scream if he were trapped indoors. We had gone to see a free showing of Candy Land, and lasted a full 3 minutes. I left the girls with their Aunt and cousins, while I paraded Jensen around the building.
If it had been the walls of Jericho, we would have blown a trumpet.
So I was a little trepidatious about the outing. Even though the screaming phase has mercifully passed. You just don’t get over something like that easily.
We negotiated the stairs with my crutches, and found suitable seating on an aisle with a railing in front of us so that I could prop my bad leg up without fear of anyone tripping over it. We arrived in time for the previews, which incidentally were also in 3-D. We all donned our groovy 3-D eyewear, compliments of the $10 price tag that came with each ticket, and thoroughly enjoyed the preview of the upcoming “Voyage of the Dawn Treader” which is due out in December.
This was perhaps my favorite book of the Narnia series, so the anticipation is great.
I think the thing that I enjoyed the most about Toy Story 3, was catching sidelong glances at my son, who spent the entirety of the movie leaning forward in his seat, eyes glued to the screen behind 3-D glasses, while he furiously sniffed of his Blues Clues Blanket. A comforting coping mechanism that I will sorely miss when he is 18 and finally grows out of it.
It was a lovely movie. A bit intense at moments, but the ending is heart warming.
My only mis-giving was the sticker shock at the price tag of a family of 5 attending a 3-D movie. And to add insult to injury, the theatre asked for the glasses back as we exited the theatre. We could have seen in in regular old 2-D, but we were seeking a more exciting adventure. Because that’s how we roll.
However, the exciting adventure occurred when we left the theatre. As we climbed into the van, Jensen announced that he didn’t feel well. This is one of my children who is prone to motion sickness. Perhaps the 3-D experience wasn’t the best of our ideas.
We made it through the drive-thru of Steak & Shake, because we hadn’t spent nearly enough money on our date. I knew Jensen was serious when he declined the offer of chicken strips and a shake. GUN IT. We made it home in record speed, all the while Jensen held fast to his little blue car-sick bag, kept for moments of emergency.
We made it home, and Fiddledaddy had the brilliant idea of putting Jensen in our bed. ON MY SIDE. Moments later we remembered what Jensen had eaten for lunch. But thankfully, after many well rehearsed moments, he hit the throw-up bucket. And all was well with the world.
I don’t think we’ll be seeing any more 3-D movies in my lifetime. In fact, I believe that we’ll just wait for all future movies to come to our local library in DVD form.
So. Have you seen Toy Story 3, and ‘fess up, did you cry like a little girl?
To answer your question, yes. Yes, I did.