The Lion King and my three year old

Wow. I'm not sure how my husband managed to do it, but he got three tickets to the Lion King today, Sunday, at 1 pm, 14 rows back, center, on the AISLE! We took our almost-four-year old and he was wonderful. NO squirming. For three hours. Excuse me while I accept my award. The show would have been a lot better except for the family across the aisle one row back who literally gave their two 6/8 year old sons crinkly-papered snacks for 1.5 hours. I have never seen anything like it. The kids sat there and ate nonstop the entire time. It drove me absolutely, barking mad. What's with this "I can't take my EIGHT year old somewhere for an hour without feeding him" business? Sheesh. My husband claims that the people didn't know any better. Great. He also claims that the kids acted just as though they were at home watching a video. Also great. (Not.) I haven't been to a movie since 1993 because I abhor listening to people chew. [Shudder.] This brings back the old, neurotic, pre-kid me with a vengeance. Ugh. OK, back to the show. We don't watch TV and our child had never seen any type of violence, so I covered his eyes a few times, but I found the show to be all right in the area of violence. It deals with concepts of death and such (my son kept saying "why did he die?" but he's saying that a lot anyway about dying), and has a lovely approach. I cannot write more because I'm falling asleep, but I'm extremely proud of my son tonight. Oh, and The Lion King was stunningly cool. Take it from someone who needed to be crowbarred into the place -- it was neat.