Where are the nuns?
Wild Thing had his first formal theatrical experience tonight. I say "formal" since for him in many ways life is really just one long dramatic production of which he is, to be sure, the star.
A nearby university is putting on a production of The Sound of Music, so, since tickets weren't too bad, Overworked Spouse decided we should give WT a taste of the musical comedies which apparently formed the soundtrack of her childhood. WT is now 33 months old, give or take, so it seemed plausible that he might respond well, perhaps even enthusiastically. He loves music and will sit through quite a bit of an outdoor concert; he'll watch Elmo nattering on for what seems like hours; so we started chatting up Maria and Captain von Trapp and singing "Do Re Mi" and so forth last week. We executed the plan tonight.
Overall verdict: a mixed success. But it was touch and go between the moment we entered the theater and the time the lights went down. "It's an airplane?" he guessed on entry, and I'm pretty sure he was worried that the whole theater would be taking off at any moment. Lots of scared whining: "I want to get out of heeeeerrrreeee ..." Accompanied by anxious looks from those in nearby seats. But then the lights went down, and both eyes were riveted to the stage. We made it up to the beginning of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" before he got too wiggly to stay, which is about as long as I'd expected. And he was very quiet during the performance, though he kept whispering questions to us. "Where are the nuns?" he asked when the scene shifted to the von Trapp home. "Where is Captain von Trapp?" when he left the stage. And suchlike.
We now return to our very own homegrown theatrical productions. Starring ... well, you know who.
A nearby university is putting on a production of The Sound of Music, so, since tickets weren't too bad, Overworked Spouse decided we should give WT a taste of the musical comedies which apparently formed the soundtrack of her childhood. WT is now 33 months old, give or take, so it seemed plausible that he might respond well, perhaps even enthusiastically. He loves music and will sit through quite a bit of an outdoor concert; he'll watch Elmo nattering on for what seems like hours; so we started chatting up Maria and Captain von Trapp and singing "Do Re Mi" and so forth last week. We executed the plan tonight.
Overall verdict: a mixed success. But it was touch and go between the moment we entered the theater and the time the lights went down. "It's an airplane?" he guessed on entry, and I'm pretty sure he was worried that the whole theater would be taking off at any moment. Lots of scared whining: "I want to get out of heeeeerrrreeee ..." Accompanied by anxious looks from those in nearby seats. But then the lights went down, and both eyes were riveted to the stage. We made it up to the beginning of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" before he got too wiggly to stay, which is about as long as I'd expected. And he was very quiet during the performance, though he kept whispering questions to us. "Where are the nuns?" he asked when the scene shifted to the von Trapp home. "Where is Captain von Trapp?" when he left the stage. And suchlike.
We now return to our very own homegrown theatrical productions. Starring ... well, you know who.
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