Anyways, here’s what’s weird: That’s my eldest child of the corn and his BFF walking to the movie (Godzilla) (3D). I dropped them off to see the flick by themselves. And it’s weeeeird! Weird to be turning them loose for a little freedom, ya know? I gave them the Standard Mom Run Down, of course. Stay together, find a theater employee if anyone weird sits by you and is being weird, don’t let anyone do anything weird in the bathroom, be safe, etc. (Clearly “weird” is the word of the day).
I could have gone with them to chaperone, but: Godzilla. I’d rather pour bleach in my eye holes. Also, I am so tired I can’t cope. I had to come home and take a nap.
I was told I should sit in the parking lot and text when I’m there to pick them up. I said, “But I want to walk in the theater and yell ‘where are my BABIES? I needs my BABIES!!!'” B said, ” NO, mom!”
What a buzzkill that kid is.