Yesterday when I picked her up from day-care (it’s the school holidays), my daughter told me what they’d been doing:

“We went by Nanny’s house, and then there was a big TV.”

Turns out she’s been to see her first movie at the local cinema. Already. I think I was six or seven when I saw my first movie. A Disney. The Rescuers, possibly. And a bit later, E.T. (Had me all confused with Gertie showing E.T. a video – how could she program their TV?)

The movie theatre was “a little dark”, by the way, “and then the film was over”.
She doesn’t even remember what the film was about (I asked “Were there animals?”). All the better because the movie I’ve scheduled for her in two weeks (our département organises “ciné-goûters”) might be the same one…