Jon wanted to go out today. I asked him by question written on my cell phone note pad, if he’d like to go to the movies.

He typed back, “I do yes sir.”

That was affirmative enough so we drove to the theater, arriving at 3:50. The movie started at 4:40. At 5:00 we were still sitting in the car.

I don’t understand Jon’s thing about sitting in the car. Anytime we go anywhere he stays in the car. While people all around us drive in, hop out and are often back and leaving, he hasn’t even opened a door yet.

How do you make a flight or doctor’s appointment on time when the guy won’t get out of the car? When he was little I could unbuckle him, grab him and carry him, but he’s thirty four now. He should be carrying me. After all those years of dealing with his goofiness, I’m tired.

I knew it would take another half hour to get him in the building if he did get out of the car. By the time we bought tickets, popcorn and drinks the movie would be half over. Who wants to fork over a quarter of a week’s paycheck to see half a movie?

And anyway, I just didn’t have the patience for it all today, so I started the car, drove through McDonald’s to get him some dinner and came home.

He was another half hour sitting in the car once it was in the driveway. I put the seat back and took a nap.

We spent two and a half hours in the car today, going nowhere.

Some things in life you can never understand.