A Kid Kept Kicking My Seat and Throwing Popcorn in My Hair, Then My Husband Finally Did Something About It

“He’s missing by several feet.”

The mother finally looked up.

“He’s a child.”

I turned around again.

This was our first night out in seven months.

I wasn’t going to spend it arguing with strangers.

I leaned against Owen and tried to focus on Spider-Man.

His arm went around me.

Then I noticed his thumb.

Rubbing against his finger.

After that, things got worse.

Ethan started kicking my chair repeatedly.

During loud scenes, I could almost ignore it.

During quiet scenes, each kick felt enormous.

Thunk.

People nearby started turning around.

Then something cold hit the back of my neck.

Soda.

turned again.

“Please stop kicking my seat.”

The mother sighed loudly.

“Can you just watch the movie?”

“I’m trying.”

“He’s nine. What do you expect?”

“I expect you to ask him to stop.”

“I already did.”

“Three times,” an older man behind them said.