Desire to Have Babies - Our Movie Date

Our desire to have babies is (drum roll inserted here)...

Unchanged!

Which means that unless the child is a cartoon character, I'm out, yo.

We saw Despicable Me in the theater over the weekend. It was "cute". I came out of it with one thought.

I want minions.

Other than that, my husband asked me in the car on the drive home whether I had endured the same torture that he had experienced. Turns out, the family in front of him and to the left of him (I was on his right) had a very unappealing smell that was a combination of "piss, popcorn, and deodorant". There might as well have been a cartoonish cloud rising from them and then masterfully forming into fists, punching him over and over again.

Although glad I did not notice this, I A) felt bad for him and B) was completely perplexed as to how he could actually smell something (anything!) and how on earth I didn't. We spend a lot of time at home with me calling him into a room and pleading with him to help me find the source of "random, invisible pet-related smell" only to have him scratch his head and attempt to convince me that I am making said smell up.

We even play this with "good" odors. I can't tell you how many times I've made supper and then talked about how good it smelled or how good it made the whole house smell (and yes, a couple times, you can exchange "good" for "strange" or "weird" since I'm always going to be a cook in progress). He'll say, "It tastes great, but I can't smell it."

Poor guy. His missing sense showing up right when we least want it to appear. I'm sure our next movie-going experience will be better. Scott Pilgrim, anyone?