The Year was 2009. My son, Dave, was 9 years old at the time, and into the things most boys that age are into: Legos, Transformers, Nerf, Star Wars, Ninja Turtles...pretty much half of the Walmart toy aisle. And he loved all the movies that went with them.
My best friend, Mandy, was visiting one day, and wanted to go out to the movies. We had decided to go see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, and bring Dave with us. Only we wanted to keep it a surprise. So I told him he had to come along with us to run errands. He was not happy about it.
We said nothing in the car of our movie-going plans. Since the theater is on the way to most stores we frequent, he never caught on until we turned into the theater parking lot. And still, we kept the movie a secret. Well, at least the name of the movie.
"Sorry, Dave, we tricked you into seeing a romantic comedy with us. Hope you don't get too bored."
The stupid trip to run errands became an ever STUPIDER trip to see a chick flick. Poor kid. He didn't really complain, but you could tell he was NOT impressed with our choice of movie genre.
So we went in. Mandy went in ahead of us and bought the tickets, so he never heard the name of the movie. She handed the tickets for Dave and I to me. Covering the name Transformers with my thumb so only the word MATINEE was visible, I showed him a ticket and said, "See? It's a romantic comedy called The Manatee." He groaned and rolled his eyes, but he TOTALLY bought it.
Already needlessly long story short: He didn't find out we were there to see Transformers until the opening credits started, and a good time was had by all.
But now. Now there needs to actually BE...
...The Manatee: A Romantic Comedy.