Anyway, I admit that I had some qualms about taking Bryn to this movie. Not because of the content, but because of the milestone-ness of it all. My first movie in a theater was "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," where I remember burying my face in my dad's chest because I was so afraid of the Wicked Queen. Somehow, saying that Bryn's first movie was a controversial novel-based film starring Tom Hanks just doesn't have quite the same ring. But, well, I really wanted to see it and I was really anxious to get out of the house, so off we went.
Obviously it had been quite a while since I had seen a movie, because even though I've read the book like 3 times, I was shocked at how graphic some of it was. There were several moments when I covered Bryn's eyes with one hand while covering my own with the other. She did not seem to register too much of it, though, because she was too intent on wondering where her next bottle was coming from. Since we had neglected to back a binky (bad parents! bad, bad parents!), Bryn downed three bottles and had her diaper changed twice before eventually falling asleep on my shoulder. All in all, I really enjoyed the movie (although the book was better; the book is ALWAYS better than the movie), not to mention the novel experience of getting out of the house, but I'm thinking the overall experience would have been better sans-baby. What must that be like???