You guys would like this. We were watching "March of the Penguins" in a theatre in Missoula three or four years ago with some other kids and parents, including a woman I was seeing at the time. The scene of the winter blizzard came on--male penguins huddled together, balancing their eggs on their toes, shoulders and heads covered with snow. Too much time on the outer perimeter meant death, and the congregation was surrounded by dead individuals and abandoned eggs, rapidly disappearing in the snow accumulation. Very dramatic, and the movie theatre was silent...until my boy leaned forward and hissed, "Hey, Caroline! That's what elk hunting with Dad is like."
The front half of the theatre erupted in laughter.
