I took Henry to his first play today. He's been to a movie one time with his dad while E and I were in Pittsburgh, so today when we went inside the theatre he asked me if there would be popcorn --which of course they didn't have so he ate like a pound of cashews from my purse. He was too little to hold down the chair so it was tipped towards the ceiling with his toes in the air the whole time. He took his sandals off so his feet were about an inch from his nose and he kept saying, "What's that smell?" Later he said his toes smelled like cookies.
There was a band to accompany the performance and Henry had his hands closed around his ears when they played, or when the pirates shouted, which was a lot, BUT after about 20 minutes he took his hands away and realized there was nothing scary and he could just relax and enjoy himself, which he did--very much. He loved it. He did all the audience participation stuff and laughed and clapped and was very excited. I was fairly whipped but that goes without saying w/ children's theatre*. Well, who are we kidding. Any theatre. I can't even sit through Broadway theatre so you can just imagine a free performance put on by a cast of State workers who rehearse at the girl scouts office. I even asked Henry at the 45 min mark if he was ready to go eat something with daddy (normally a sure thing) but he said no and I dealt with it by reading the cast bios in the program (So and so spends his daytime hours as an IT administrator....).
But, it's a wonderful thing people do for the community and Henry enjoyed his afternoon at the beautiful Carver museum and I am appreciative of the many volunteer hours the cast must have put into the production. I loved theatre as a child and I hope Henry does too.
I saved the ticket stub to put in his baby book.
(*No offence Lindsay:-))
None taken...but can you imagine how children's theatre actors feel after doing the same dorky show for six weeks - THREE TIMES per day, SIX days per week?
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