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My family and I went to see Alvin and the Chipmunks the other day at the local movie theater. Located in an outside mall, it has very nice curb appeal and the interior is equally luxurious. There are not too many seats per screen and the chairs are big, comfortable and recline. The movie was a few laughs, but there were more to be had.

The movie had its moments, but this is a kids movies and kids have to get up and go to the bathroom. My three year old daughter and I excused ourselves as the Chipmunks were just about to… whatever we are on our way. I carried her out as not to interrupt for too long while making an exit. She liked the way the path lights made her pink shoes glow orange and would likely stop to appreciate it.

The public restroom, to a young child, must be very intimidating. Especially when the hand dryer sounds like a 747 taking off, blowing scraps of paper around in a whirlwind of germs, not to mention the strange wall potties not often seen by girls. Privacy and seating was priority one. In to the stall we went. When seated, the auto flush sensor was at her head level and ‘beeped’ in recognition of her presence. I stood impatiently by waiting for the magic to happen, then Whooosh!, she leaned forward, activating a suction that could’ve brought down the Titanic. Surprised, she gasped for breath and hung on to the sides of the seat like a cat. By this time her posture was upright as we both started laughing uncontrollably. ‘Beep’. “Finish up”, I said, eager to get back in the theater. She replied, “Daddy, I…Whoooosh!” again with the flushing.

We laughed as we washed our hands and all the way back to the movie. “I didn’t push that button, daddy, not that one, not me.”, she kept saying. The movie was pretty good, but the look on her face stole the show.

-Mike