One Short Day

So it is STILL great the second time around.  This time we took the kids along.  Big C, being both sensitive and intense, was crying after the First Act.  Will Elfaba get away safely?  What happens to Fiyero?  Is Glenda good or bad?  That big head is LOUD.  Oh!  the suspense of intermission!  But in the car ride home he was not only quoting dialog, but explainifying it for us all.   And oh, for the love of Broadway, Little C here's the deal: your bladder can defy gravity for an entire day at school without using the potty, why do you have to go twice during a 3 hour show?  And, Miss M, it is fiction.  Not only that, it is a stage production of a fiction based on a whole body of fiction.  How much more fantasticality can fit in there? This might conflict with the way your giant brain wants to piece it all together, but not all of it is logicalicified.  I did especially like you quoting the original Baum book for the nice family in front of us.  Hey, Moose, maybe I can sit by you at dinner since our plans were thwarted by the nice (and very tall) family in front of the children.

Thank you, my pretties, for a fun experience.  I was thrilled to share it with you.  It was Wicked Good!