A night at the movies

Last night Lauren, Aunt Rebecca, Uncle Bryan and I went to the Princeton Theatre to see the new movie "Chicken Little". She thought it was really good. She paid attention throughout and only got up once to potty. Her description of the movie goes something like this:

"I got sad?"
"Why?"
"Baby Orange raindrop got sad"
"Did he find his dad?"
"Yes. The Orange raindrop has one eye. Two eyes. And one mouth. The daddies..."
"What about Chicken Little?"
"He sad. He saw the Orange raindrop. He played baseball with lots of balls and he loved his dad"
"Did you like it?"
"Uh-huh."

Sounds like two thumbs up to me.