What Game?

As millions of Americans were looking forward to an evening spent glued to a sofa or lazyboy, staring mindlessly at a football game, while gorging themselves on beer, nachos, and chili, I was planning on spending my evening locked in my room, reading a book or watching a movie, or doing something else that might pass the time. You see, I really don't care who wins in football. I have no loyalties, and I can't watch a game just for enjoyment. I know that the commercials are funnier and more entertaining than usual, but do I really want to sit through 4 hours of t.v. just to enjoy a few good commercials.
I was planning on being supremely bored, when my brother-in-law offered to give me money to take his kids away for awhile. So instead of watching a game or reading a book, I took my nephews to see Flushed Away at the cheap theater in town. We got there just in time. Blake had to go to the bathroom, so I took the boys in. He went, we got our popcorn and drinks and found our seats, crunching what seemed to be bucketloads of popcorn under our feet. There were 2 other families in the theater. We watched about 10 minutes of the movie and Blake said, "I have to go potty." So I took him to the bathroom. I let Bryce stay, and I don't think he even noticed I was gone. About 20 minutes later, Bryce said, "I have to go to the bathroom." Blake said, "Me, too." So we got up and then both boys decided they didn't have to go after all. Another 20 minutes went by and Blake said, "I have to go potty." Again, I took him to the bathroom and got back. 20 minutes later, "I have to go potty." I said, do you really? He decided he could wait 3 minutes for the movie to finish.
After the movie was over, the plan was for us to go home and have pizza. But we decided to go to Perkins for dinner as it was right next to the theater. Our waiter was wearing an eye patch and Bryce mentioned it to me. I of course told him not to stare at it or mention it because it was impolite. After a difficult 30 minutes, and about 3 bathroom breaks later, we were finally finished with our food. Bryce thought it would be fun to sprinkle salt on his leftover french toast and then insist on bringing them home. As I was grabbing our things, Bryce got up and went right up to our waiter, pointed his finger, and laughed saying, "You have something over your eye." I wish I had been wearing a shirt that said, "I'm not their mom, and please don't blame me for their behavior." 10 minutes later, the boys were finally wearing their coats, hats and mittens and we were on our way home. I look in the back shortly after we left the restaurant and Bryce was sleeping soundly in his booster seat, looking for all the world like the kind of kid who wouldn't laugh at someone's eye patch and who didn't just spend the last 40 minutes torturing me. I have no idea what happened in the movie, and I'm really not sure what I ate, but I did make it back just in time for the last quarter of the game. I didn't watch it, but I was able to get online and watch all of the commercials for the first 3 quarters.