Grease

Kristin & I took Em to see the play Grease at the local Opera House. I thought she'd love it... all of the singing & dancing! We had good seats - 4th row - near the band so no one was in front of us.

They started the first song... Em's eyes got big - they came out singing and dancing. I could hear something, I look.. and there sits a terrified three year old, curled up in her seat with tears rolling down her face, crying uncontrolably. Great... a whole 2 seconds into the show and she's crying, wanting to leave.

I take out outside to get some air and calm down. Apparently, she didn't like the drums - they were too loud. After a few minutes outside, then a few more in the back to theatre to show her that it wasn't "too loud", we were back in our seats. She sat on my lap - holding my hands over her ears.

She started to realize that it really was fun, and that she did like the songs and the dancing! She still had to hold my hands over her ears, but she was claping after each song. Not just clapping, but smacking her hands together so hard they had to of stung.

The drummer felt bad. He told her he'd try to play quietly, if at all possible... she liked that.

Intermission - we went outside to get some fresh air. It was hot. Em wanted a drink. Sorry dude - not paying $3 for a water bottle. So, in the bathroom we go, head in sink to get a drink.
Happy again, we return to our seats. Em sits in her own this time. Kristin and I are chatting, laughing about Emma's reaction at the beginning. Emma is looking at the guitarist with a puzzled look on her face. Here it comes, ready?

"Mom - is that a boy or a girl?" I could've died. The poor guy/girl totally heard what she asked. I ignored her, tried not to bust a gut laughing, and asked her if she was ready to hear more songs. She was - of course.

They started again, and I didn't have to cover her ears long. Maybe the first two songs, then she was good for the rest of the show. She wanted to dance. We had more then enough room in front of us so I said go for it! So, little Em stands there, skirt in hands, pulling it up for all to see her undies, like the girls on stage. I should've known.