Two weeks ago, on Friday night, the documentary Babies came out to a theatre close by. I was so excited to see it. I would go alone if I had too. I asked, "Anyone want to come with me?" Isaac said, "I'll go!" Really I said? "Yeah, I want to go!" Abbey of course wanted to see it too.
We rushed to get there...I have this thing about sitting in the second row in the middle and I just have to have those seats. From the credit card machine in front, I bought the tickets and popcorn. (And yes, I had my purse stuffed with waters and candy from the gas station...I am not paying $4.75 for a tiny box of Milk Duds.) I asked Isaac if he could wait in line for the popcorn.
I notice so many people milling about..tons of teenagers. I tell Isaac where our theatre is, and he waits in the concession line.
He finds us, popcorn in hand, in an empty theatre. Bursts out laughing and calls out, "Mom, where are you?" in a scary kid voice like he can't find me. He sits down and says to me, "I just saw tons of kids I know out there! They are all going to the opening night of Iron Man II." I said, "And you are going to the documentary Babies with your mother and your little sister. I'm sorry!", thinking I totally embarrassed him. He says, "Yeah, I don't care."
And truly, honestly he didn't. He sat there and watched the whole thing with us.
That incident says everything about Isaac that I could possibly tell you.
Love you Isaac and Happy Let's Pretend It's Not 16th Birthday!