Evening,
My final comment on the afore mentioned hellish incident will be about that of the size, the font, if you will. It was the size of a Publix prepackaged sausage link that they keep in their meat department, you know, the standard small ones. My bowels haven't been the same since, a small sausage link is insufficient.
But anyhow, today we went to see the Polar Express in IMAX3D. This was awesome considering anything in 3D requires everyone to wear gigantic two-tone glasses and be serious. This was the first time the boys had gone to the movie theater and they were psyched. John Paul ate popcorn and drank fruit punch throughout the entire duration of the feature. Joseph, on the otherhand, was horrified by the movie. Whether it was due to the piercing train sounds and 3 dimensional characters reaching out for him or by Tom Hanks hauntingly playing all of the characters in disguised voices, no one can tell. He was so disturbed he changed seats and sat on Alane's lap to bury his head in her shirt. He wanted out and he was ffurious.
As we walked out of the movie I noticed John Paul's shirt was drenched with punch, yet it sounded like he drank every drop. I thought I could hear his beverage stream down his esophagus and pass his epiglottis. I guess not. He didn't seem to mind.
Lastly, Alane found the 4 million elves in this film to slightly spook her. They had stubble and detailed midget-like hands.