A short blog after a long day with two kids and lots of activities.
We were going to an older movie theatre, not one of the chains. As we approached, I decided to explain to Ruby that the movie theatre, the only one playing an 'Elmo' movie, the one about his visit to 'Grouchland', was one built a long time ago and I may not be able to get into it.
She said, "Why not?"
I said, "Well, they might have stairs to get in, or the doors may be too narrow, or there may be no place for me to sit in my wheelchair."
She thought for a bit and said, "So we might not be able to go to the movie because you might not be able to get in." I nodded and wondered if she would start adding up the cost of being in relationship to a guy in a chair. Then she said, "Why did they make old buildings with stairs, didn't they know that it would mean that people who use wheelchairs wouldn't be able to get in."
I said, having a momentary attack of bitterness, "They knew but they didn't care."
We got to the theatre and, yes there was a stair up into the theatre, and several stairs from the lobby to the hall. But they had made a back door accessible with a flat entrance and a ramp installed where stairs used to be. I think Ruby was really relieved that we were able to get in, not just because she wanted to see the movie, but because she didn't want to see me hurt. I explained to her how someone had taken out the stairs and put in a ramp.
"Who did that?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said, "but I do know that it's nice to be able to get in to the building."
"Yeah but," she said, "they never should have kept you out in the first place."
And that, was that, as far as she was concerned.
Elmo learns to share, while Ruby learns the basics of social commentary.