So, today, my mom came over and watched the other two so Nick and I could go on a date to see "Toy Story 3." Since I'm cheap, I rejected the extra $5 to see it in 3-D and instead, frugally spent $20 on popcorn, pop and candy. (I went on a date once, where the guy smuggled in his own pop and candy. It would have been one thing if it had been drugs and alcohol. But candy and pop? Killed the romance.) Anyway, we were the first people there and Nick wanted to sit waaaayyyy in the back. He wanted the seats farthest to the left and back. I convince him it will be better if we are watching from the middle. So we trudge way to the back (but middle) and set up camp.
"Is that a speaker?" he asks, excitedly pointing at the wall.
"Yes," I say.
"Is that a speaker?"
"Is that a..."
"Yes! It's a speaker. They are all speakers."
As we were leaving, I asked him if he had a good time.
"And you got to sit way in the back!" I add.
"Yep, it was fun. But that's not where I wanted to sit. I wish you hadn't been so difficult."
Yeah. I get that a lot.