The trip to see Winnie the Pooh went reasonably well. Once the cartoon before the movie finally started (Katie: "Is the movie starting yet?" Daddy: "Not yet. This is another commercial/trailer."), Katie settled in and watched with enough quiet intent that I occasionally worried that she had fallen asleep.
Julie was just a bit more active, eventually culminating in "I'm wet!" and dragging daisy_knotwise off to the bathroom shortly before the movie ended.
The story? Well, it was pretty familiar by now. :)