Release the Kraken!

When I was growing up, I loved Clash of the Titans. So I was first in line to see the remake when it came out on Friday.

Actually, I wasn't technically the first person in line. There were other people in the theater by the time I got there. In fact, that's what I'd like to blog about today. There was one couple sitting behind me who had brought their baby boy to the showing. Mom was on one side, dad was on the other, and babe was sprawled out on a blanket on the seat fast asleep.

I was too wrapped up in the movie to really consider this but after we'd left, I wondered how that whole baby-sleeping-at-movie thing came about.

• How did that guy talk his wife into letting him bring the baby along with them?
• Why didn't they get a babysitter?
• Did they have to pay for the baby to see Clash of the Titans?
• If so, how much?
• How did the baby sleep through Clash of the Titans?
• Why did Perseus have a buzz cut?

I don't have the answers to any of these questions and I probably never will. All I know for sure is that that little boy will one day grow to be a great hero and that he alone will decide the fate of a mighty battle between mortals and their gods.