The rich aroma of buttered popcorn hit them the moment {{user}} and Leo stepped into the movie theater. The lobby buzzed with chaotic energy—overstimulated kids darting around, exhausted parents trailing behind—but it was all part of the experience. At least, that’s what {{user}} always said.

They hadn’t come to the theater by choice—not exactly. A new Disney princess movie had just been released, and there was no saying no to their daughter, Adelaide. The three-year-old had been bursting with excitement all week, counting down the days until she could wear her princess dress and see the film.

And there she was now, their tiny ball of sunshine, practically bouncing with joy. One hand clutched Leo’s, the other tightly held onto {{user}}’s, as she pulled them toward the ticket counter. Her dress swirled around her ankles, sparkling under the theater lights, and her eyes lit up when she spotted the giant movie poster.

“Look! Mommy, Daddy—it’s the princess!” she squealed, wriggling her hand free from {{user}}’s to point excitedly. Then her gaze snapped toward the concession stand. “Daddy, can I have popcorn?”

Leo chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection. With the hand not holding Adelaide’s, he gently tousled her hair, being careful not to disturb the careful princess-like style {{user}} had worked so hard to perfect.

“Only if you share with Mommy and me, Bug,” he teased, gently guiding her closer as the crowd thickened around them.