Our town has a dollar theater that shows movies that have already left the box office and are due for DVD release. It was the perfect opportunity to take Reese to see her first movie: Tangled.
I didn't tell her where we were going, but I dropped hints in riddle form as we drove.
Speaking slowly, I offered words as clues.
"Long," I began.
Reese immediately countered, "Short!"
"No, we're not playing opposites. Listen to the words and try to guess what they have in common. These are your clues." I paused. "Long and blonde."
Silence from the backseat.
"Long, blonde, and brush."
"You're buying me a long yellow hairbrush?" Reese tentatively guessed.
"No. Think about it. What's long, blonde, and can be brushed?"
She gasped. I glanced in the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of her broad smile. "I know! You're going to dye my hair and let me grow it out!"
As we pulled into the theater's parking lot, she looked toward the theater, to me, back to the theater, and then clasped her hands and lifted them toward her heart. "We're going to see Tangled?"
The two of us sat side by side in the darkened theater. At one point in the movie, she leaned her head onto my shoulder, and we snuggled into one another as best as we could despite the armrest.
I think I'll keep our movie stubs forever.