I had to see it again.
I loved it just as much tonight. And I cried just as much as last night.
What a truly marvelous story.
"Mom, did you like it?" I asked, as we walked through the theatre lobby.
"I couldn't really hear what they were singing," she admitted, sounding a little sheepish.
"So, Mr. Man, did you love it? Did you love the movie?" I asked, as we walked to the car.
"Mmmm," he mumbled, dodging rain drops and not meeting my eye.
I'm not sensing the level of love that I have for this movie.
I waited until we were driving home.
"So, Mr. Man, did you love it? Wasn't it a great movie?" I asked again, hoping for a more enthusiastic response.
"Mmm, well, there was a lot of singing," he answered.
Of course there was. It's a musical, for Pete's sake.
And I told him it was mostly music and singing. In the interest of full disclosure and all that.
"I couldn't really hear what they were singing either, " he added.
That's it. I'm not taking him to see it again.
I'll take K. She'll love it. I'm sure of it.