Tonight I was afforded the opportunity to take Marvelous Mo’ to dinner and a movie. After a day of playing outside, planting some flowers, and pushing the kids in their new tree swing, I propositioned Mo’ to a flick. Her response was to quickly run upstairs, take a soothing bath, and dress down in comfy, warm clothes and hop in the car. We had a quick sensible meal at Subway (veggie subs and bottles of water) and then off to the adjoining movie theater.
We got our popcorn and drinks, took some pictures in the photo booth (tradition) and then literally snuggled into our seats. Mirror Mirror was the chosen film for our Girls out on the town escapade entertainment. It was great.
Afterwards, while exiting, nature called and Mo’ popped into the bathroom. I sometimes like to stand guard, so to speak, and let Mo’ be a big girl. She should be entitled to do her business privately, I think. When she exited she had a strange look on her face and she was shaking her head. Mo disapproval was obvious. I let it go, thinking that she will let me know, if she wanted. We got into the car and here was the Mo’ Bathroom Breakdown:
Mo: “Mom, you won’t believe what happened in there???“
Me: ”What? Are you ok?“
Mo: “Yes. There were some girls in there and they were like…like eating in the bathroom. I mean who does that?” [for those who don't know, Mo' always says 'who does that...']
Me: “Mo’ I’m sure they just grabbed their movie snacks, made a pitstop, and were…” [interrupted by offended Mo']
Mo’: “Um..nice try.. but these girls were actually sitting on the sink, eating their popcorn, looking in the mirror and giggling. One even rolled her eyes at me and said ‘Hi. Little girl.’ The crazy thing is, Mom, is like that those like girls were wearing shorts. Shorts! All of ‘em. Now Mom. I’m [gesturing at her body] wearing my jacket and sweats and I was freezing my butt of in the movies. They aren’t thinking mom. And And And they also like chose the bathroom to sit, eat, and be stupid, when there are perfectly good seats and tables outside of the bathroom to eat at. Gross Gross and Gross… oh and stupid. And I’m the little girl?? Who does that??“
Me: ”Hmmm… I guess you have all the answers huh?”
Mo’: ”No. I just think if they were there with their mommies, they would know to wear warms clothes. And if their moms were nurses, they would know more about germs, poop, and food. C’mon people.“
We then drove home. Me in awe of how grown-up my little girl is, and Mo’ in awe with how non-grown up those girls in the loo were. I fear for those in Mo’s path at times, but M3 is keeping in local and just worrying about me being in the direct line of fire. However, tonight I was clearly riding with Mo’ Approval, I think….
