Zac and I have a shared preference for TV shows, so we hardly ever watch movies and usually rent the ones that we do.
However, lately we have been discussing whether Wyatt is old enough to make his first trip to a movie theatre.
Hollywood put significant pressure on us this summer by releasing a trifecta of movies that appealed to actual kids like Wyatt and big kids like his parents — “Smurfs 2,” “Monsters University” and “Planes.”
Although I need a little more convincing that Wyatt can tolerate sitting still for two hours in a big dark room, I surely would have insisted that Cobb Movies 4 be the place that we put him to the test.
If Wyatt did freak out so badly that we had to leave early, then we wouldn’t have wasted nearly as much money on gas and tickets, and there would have been fewer people around for us to disturb.
I’m sure we’ll find plenty of other ways to have fun as a family, though.
Just last week when Wyatt and I accompanied Zac to his cardiologist appointment, we spent almost half a day hanging out at a Books-A-Million and a Petco on Highway 280.
Since I get most of my reading material online these days, it was my first time in a major bookstore in a few years. People who don’t truly love books can’t appreciate the joy of walking into a room filled with them.
I gravitated toward the first display near the entrance that piqued my interest and put down roots.
It was several minutes before I realized that Zac and Wyatt had gone off without me and several more before Wyatt’s voice broke through my daydream.
“Mommy, I want to show you something!” he said breathlessly.
“Ok, baby. I’ll be right there,” I said.
Wyatt came back later, found me standing in practically the same spot and made the wise decision to move me away by force.
He and Zac had come across some Batman action figures in the midst of the discounted children’s books.
Wyatt desperately wanted to take home Bane, in spite of the fact that he isn’t allowed to watch any of the Batman movies in which Bane appears.
We each ended up getting two things that day. Wyatt snagged Bane and a wooden tool set, and Zac and I selected two books each out of the dozens we would have actually bought if the other had let us.
Most of our time, however, was spent “oohing” and “ahing” over such items as a real “Cat in the Hat” hat, shirts and bobbleheads based on the TV show “The Big Bang Theory” and another Batman section that featured a replica of the Adam West/Burt Ward Batmobile.
I know some of the people who heard our reactions every time we made one of these discoveries probably thought, “Poor rednecks. It must be their first time in a bookstore.”
Zac finally had to be the responsible one who dragged us all out of the store so that we could stop by Petco.
The few times that we have taken Wyatt to the zoo have been brief, expensive and disastrous. He was always more interested in the stray birds that we could have seen at home for free than any of the animals in the cages.
So Zac and I have decided to introduce him to pet stores — similar experience, no admission.
I’m aware that our little family may be just one punchline away from becoming a Jeff Foxworthy joke, but I don’t care. We’re pros at making fun memories without doing anything spectacular or blowing a lot of money.
Still, it would have been nice to see all those little blue Smurfs on the big screen.