You know how much we love the story of Peter Pan at our house?
Well, we do.
So we went to Seattle and saw the play.
It was so fun. It was perfectly done and the bugs were captivated. Even The Pixie who proclaimed the whole time that she wanted to go home.
We’ve been theater going folk lately. Wicked…Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat…Curtains…Peter Pan…next week I go to Sweet Charity.
Going to the theater is so much fun isn’t it?
Yeah.
But this was with the whole family and that made it better.
Especially when The Princess made a grown man laugh.
He over heard her trying to tell The Pixie the story of Hamlet.
“It’s kind of hard to explain really” she was saying. “You see, no one is happy and well, everyone dies.”
Her mind is a a steel trap. A little mite of knowledge floats nearby and she grabs at it, never to let go.
Only what are the odds that Hamlet would get mentioned twice in one evening?
Pretty high I suppose if we were at a Shakespeare festival. Or hanging around with Aunt Lynette.
But we were doing neither and during the second act of Peter Pan the Lost Boys ask Wendy to tell them the ending to Cinderella. She is their mother after all.
“Well,” Wendy says, “the Prince rescues her and they live happily ever after!”
“Oh!!” say the Lost Boys. “Tell us the ending of Sleeping Beauty!”
“All right. Well, the Prince kisses her and she wakes up!”
“Ohh!!” say the Lost Boys. “Tell us the ending of Hamlet!”
Their was a brief silence as the adults caught on (at least those that had seen Mel Gibson in that movie version – or the ignorant two that had heard their six-year old’s retelling earlier that evening.)
But the only child to laugh was The Princess.
Right out loud.
She thought it was a great joke.