The Dad and I went out to see the new Harry Potter movie at the Davis Theater a couple of weeks ago. It was my first time in a Chicago movie theater in months, so I was unaware of the theater’s Camp Hollywood program. So my outing today with The Boy and The Tot was to see Kung-Fu Panda at the Davis. The Boy had never seen it and he really enjoyed it. But most of the kids in the theater were younger–and restless. The Tot was one of these. We left the theater about 3 times during the film — to get more Runts from the gumball dispenser, get some water from the fountain, or just to run up and down the ramp a couple of times.
In the afternoon, after naps and The Girl’s return from camp, we took a trip to the library. It was nearly a successful visit. I say nearly because, of course, the security guard started to yell at me because The Tot pulled a few picture books down from the shelf while I was around the corner cleaning up the mess he’d made in the children’s section. I try to instill good library manners in my children, but it’s difficult to do so with 3 kids and so many constraints placed on me/us while we are the library: no strollers, we seem to be the only people who are ever shushed, must wait in line, not spin the oh-so-tempting rotating shelves, can’t pull the picture books off the shelves. Seriously? Would they rather I just not use the public library?!? The security guard at Independence must think it’s still 1962, when children were seen, but not heard — even in the children’s section of the darn library. Thank goodness the librarians there are all sweet as pie. The upside of the visit was a new stack of books to read at bedtime and a museum pass for a trip to MSI later this week.