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Jun. 5th, 2008 08:47 pmI went to a play, tonight. Okay, technically, I was babysitting the director's kid during the play. And also technically, it was a grade school play. But, still. It was great fun.
The play was How To Eat Like A Child and other lessons in NOT being a grown up. The kids were not the most talented group the director has had, she said, but they played with great heart and really impressed me.
This is a family I've babysat for fairly often, and the older son is in my room at work. He was hanging out backstage with mom, and I was with dad out in the audience, ready to run the baby (about seven months) out of the room if he got fussy. At first, the dad was holding Baby and I was just hanging out, sort of twiddling my thumbs. And I have to admit, thinking rather grimly that the only people who voluntarily watch grade-school kids at a play are their parents. But then, about five minutes before the play began, I stole the baby (he'd been craning his neck around to make eyes at me for a good ten minutes and I finally decided that if I was there to watch the baby, I was damn well going to at least get to hold the baby). I love this baby, and he was perfectly happy to come hang out with me for a little while. Then the lights went out and he got a little freaked out for about ten seconds. But then the show started and Baby just stared and stared and stared at the stage. Every now and then, if it got a unexpectedly loud (the volume was patchy) he started and gave me a little look, asking for reassurance, but he never made a sound. Two thirds of the way through, he fell asleep and didn't stir for the rest of the play.
So, basically, I got a free supper - we stopped on the way for food-- and paid (or I will, they didn't have the cash on them so they're paying me tomorrow) to hang out and watch the play. That works pretty well for me.
And the play? Was hilarious. It's based on the book by Delia Ephron, and it's really cute.
The play was How To Eat Like A Child and other lessons in NOT being a grown up. The kids were not the most talented group the director has had, she said, but they played with great heart and really impressed me.
This is a family I've babysat for fairly often, and the older son is in my room at work. He was hanging out backstage with mom, and I was with dad out in the audience, ready to run the baby (about seven months) out of the room if he got fussy. At first, the dad was holding Baby and I was just hanging out, sort of twiddling my thumbs. And I have to admit, thinking rather grimly that the only people who voluntarily watch grade-school kids at a play are their parents. But then, about five minutes before the play began, I stole the baby (he'd been craning his neck around to make eyes at me for a good ten minutes and I finally decided that if I was there to watch the baby, I was damn well going to at least get to hold the baby). I love this baby, and he was perfectly happy to come hang out with me for a little while. Then the lights went out and he got a little freaked out for about ten seconds. But then the show started and Baby just stared and stared and stared at the stage. Every now and then, if it got a unexpectedly loud (the volume was patchy) he started and gave me a little look, asking for reassurance, but he never made a sound. Two thirds of the way through, he fell asleep and didn't stir for the rest of the play.
So, basically, I got a free supper - we stopped on the way for food-- and paid (or I will, they didn't have the cash on them so they're paying me tomorrow) to hang out and watch the play. That works pretty well for me.
And the play? Was hilarious. It's based on the book by Delia Ephron, and it's really cute.
