Baby's first...Theeaytor trip
Spiffing, dahhlingSpiffing, dahhling, vunderbar, encore! Actually there wasn't an encore, not unless you count the dodging of the swampies on the way out, protesting about something or other.
Our first theatre trip, with the Gents, went surprisingly well.
We booked it months ago, and never really hyped it up. It was a balancing act as "We're Going on a Bear Hunt" was the book of choice for a while, but we knew the shine would wear off by the time we got to see the stage show. A balancing act we managed to do well, ease off, ramp it back up just before going.
I was amazed to find the book is 20 years old this year. So old, yet I wish I was only 20 again!
Sorry, slight distraction there. Boy wonder has been finishing off the lines for ages, more recently telling you when you've missed bits, especially in the quick chase back home. Oh dear, you're in for a telling if you don't go back downstairs to close the door. Not unlike at home, he's obsessed with closing doors.
Dress circle, row A. Not quite in the Gods, but on the front row upstairs. Hmm, that ledge is ripe for looking over. No worries though, sat down, legs crossed, and never budged an inch. Even when Daddy sat him on his knee to see over the ledge at one point with closer action he soon sat back down in his own seat, legs crossed, and got back into it. Applause was given at the end of each scene or song, lines were finished off, and a lot of "not scared" moments along the way.
After going through the grass (swishy, swashy), the river (splosh, splash), the mud (squelch, squerch), and every other hazard known to man, we found the bear. A cuddly teddy bear, not a big scary one. But you can't have a theatre packed with 3-year-olds trying to comfort their parents when it scares them silly, can you...?
