Tanner and I went to Disney on Ice: Toy Story 3 last Saturday night. The tickets were Tanner's birthday present. (kind of juvenile, I know, but my husband is kind of juvenile. . .) Tanner's family was kind enough to watch Camryn while we got our first date night out since becoming new parents. I'm pretty sure we were the only people there without a child in tow and it was quite the night for people watching. It was weird observing this demographic as an outsider on the very brink of entering the club: people with kids. People who have probably watched their toy story 3 DVD 800 times. People who spend $18 on a red foam cowgirl hat with a Jessie braid (that probably only cost 10 cents to manufacture) just to watch the recipient complain that she wants the Woody one that her brother got. People who miss half of the show because their 4 year old (who takes stairs very slowly) has to go to the bathroom. twice. People who are completely oblivious to the fact that the little girl sitting on their lap has a very unnaturally blue colored food all over her face. And hands. And clothes. And hair. People who listen to plea after tearful plea for them to spend their money on completely pointless and overpriced cheap toys and/or toy shaped sugar coated treats. People who give in and leave the show cross-eyed because the light up spinny whirly toy they purchased is already out of batteries 1 hour later. People who get harassed for ice skating lessons for weeks after Disney on Ice.
I'm not quite one of those people yet. Just a wide-eyed stranger prepping myself.
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