The Nutcracker Children
Why do we do the things we do? So I'm being mauled by Nathaniel, the five year old grandson, trying to keep Asher, the two year old, from climbing over the seat in front of me, and attempting to get Gabriel's thumb out of his mouth (the three year old beside me) ALL at the same time I'm supposed to be watching The Nutcracker at The Tivoli downtown this morning.
Let me set the storyline here. Rebecca asked me to help with the kids while she escorted their homeschool group to this event. I pictured this endearing scene with the children watching the stage with enraptured gazes. Am I losing it or what? I will give Micaela the prize for being the most attentive. The others, however, were a little underwhelmed. I made it through til the halftime break (yes, I'm using football analagies since I was pulled and shoved) and went to the restroom with two midgets. We shuffled with half-steps down the hall, down the stairs to make it to the bathroom through I'm sure ten thousand women and other midgets. Okay, I may be exaggerating the numbers.
Oh, did I mention the pouring rain while we were parking and figuring out how to get the aforesaid kids into the theatre? Did I mention the fifty or so school buses fighting for room on Broad Street? Did I mention the parking ticket Rebecca got for not putting a $20.00 bill in the slot that only wanted $5.00?
(I will take time to mention that it was NOT the homeschool kids that giggled hysterically when the adult male ballet dancer in his very tight tights with his male anatomy very well outlined.)
As I said earlier, why do we do the things we do? I suspect the kids I was with this a.m. would have been just as happy to watch The Nutcracker on a video. But, we want to expose them to culture and drag them to a gilded theatre to watch it on stage. Why....why??
Let me set the storyline here. Rebecca asked me to help with the kids while she escorted their homeschool group to this event. I pictured this endearing scene with the children watching the stage with enraptured gazes. Am I losing it or what? I will give Micaela the prize for being the most attentive. The others, however, were a little underwhelmed. I made it through til the halftime break (yes, I'm using football analagies since I was pulled and shoved) and went to the restroom with two midgets. We shuffled with half-steps down the hall, down the stairs to make it to the bathroom through I'm sure ten thousand women and other midgets. Okay, I may be exaggerating the numbers.
Oh, did I mention the pouring rain while we were parking and figuring out how to get the aforesaid kids into the theatre? Did I mention the fifty or so school buses fighting for room on Broad Street? Did I mention the parking ticket Rebecca got for not putting a $20.00 bill in the slot that only wanted $5.00?
(I will take time to mention that it was NOT the homeschool kids that giggled hysterically when the adult male ballet dancer in his very tight tights with his male anatomy very well outlined.)
As I said earlier, why do we do the things we do? I suspect the kids I was with this a.m. would have been just as happy to watch The Nutcracker on a video. But, we want to expose them to culture and drag them to a gilded theatre to watch it on stage. Why....why??