We brought Rylie to see Disney’s Frozen this weekend. Getting her into the theatre door was like trying to drag a cat out of the house on a leash. I’m not sure why she was so terrified when we got to the door, but prior to that she was pumped to go see princesses on the big movie tv screen.
When we finally got in the theatre she would not let Harris put her in her chair. She was clinging to him for life. As the trailers started rolling she thought they were pretty funny and laughed all the way through until the scary trailer. About half-way through the movie (when Olaf the snowmann makes an appearance) she finally started feeling comfortable and sat in the chair by herself, eating her grapes, drinking her juice and just zoning in on the movie. Then, things got a little too comfortable and she insisted on standing and swinging on the bars in front of us. We took 2 quick trips to the bathroom, she desperately wanted chicken nuggets (which we got her after and she never ate) and then gave a big applause when the movie was over. There were no tears, no yelling, crying or out of control tantrums. I think it was good. But don’t ask her about the movie, she has nothing to say.
Personally I loved the movie!
On the way home we made a quick pit stop where Rylie noticed “hats” aka bras and stood up next to the models begging to have her picture taken. Who am I to deny her?
