Movie mob...

For the past three summers, some of the grandkids and I (sometimes Grandpa) have been loading up the car and heading to the Summer Club movies.
We sit through endless commercials and an assortment of day-old kid's movies together.
The kids like it because they get an adventure — out of the heat and with popcorn and drinks.
The mothers like it because I take all of their young ones for several hours every week.
I like it because I get to see them each week and share time laughing, gasping and groaning.
We're on week 7 now and I thought I've take a poll.
"Which movie did you like the best?" I chirped.
There was a big silence.
The 4-year-old finally said, "One was stupid!"
The 7-year-old said she enjoyed the Smurfs' movie and sometimes she liked "My Little Pony."
"Which was the worst?"

The fearless five

"This one," they anwered in unison after seeing "Nut Job 2." "The blue squirrel wouldn't have still been alive after he dropped off the building. They are just little animals. They can't take down a roller coaster! They wouldn't do those things!" said my various critics.
I never did get a definitive answer on the movies. They are realizing that their choices are limited to second-run flicks and they can't expect a blow away show.
Sometimes when we go in past the display advertising they want to know when they're going to see something new.
Sometimes they ask if we can come back to something just released.
Most of the time, though, they are just happy to spend time with each other and away from home.
And they agree on the important things. They like the top of the theater last row of seats. They like Twizzlers and Skittles and chocolate in their treat sacks. They like the little cans of pops.
They're happy with a little blanket to snuggle under.
They don't like screaming babies or tall guys sitting in front of them. They don't understand why some kids run around the theater.

And they want Grandma' Movies to go on forever.