On Saturday, we took Bird to see Kung Fu Panda in the theater. It was his second movie-going experience, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. The theater we patronize has excellent popcorn and several seats that are extra wide - meant, I am sure, for extra-large or disabled customers, but perfect for a mother and her little boy to sit and snuggle during the film.
We used the extra-wide seat because Bird's not heavy enough to hold down a regular seat on his own (although it is funny to watch him try and end up folded in half for his troubles), and last time (Horton Hears a Who) he ended up in my lap for most of the film. That was lovely, but not terribly comfortable for me. In the wide seat, he could lean against me, sit up straight, or even crawl onto my lap if he wanted. For the most part, he leaned against me.
The movie was fun, but the best part was when, during a slight lull in the action and noise, he said "I love you", eyes glued to the screen, hand buried in his popcorn. Sigh.