Hmmm, if memory serves me correctly, earlier this week we went to the annual Children's Christmas play at the Old Log Theatre. This year's production was Hansel and Gretal. That's actually one book we had never read, so the week before I checked it out from the library so he'd be prepared. And I got a 'real' version - the scary one, not a fluffed over version.
Well, being prepared almost backfired. They day before the play, Pete asked if there would be a real fire (you know - to cook the witch in). My reply - No, nobody would volunteer to be the witch if they knew they were going into the oven. Plus they would run out of people if they burned up one a day.
Then on the car ride over he was telling Grandma all about his scary people-in-cages dream. He doesn't usually talk this way, so I'm thinking he's been thinking about this a bit more than I realized.
And then while waiting in the theatre to take our seats, Peter asked if we could just leave. OK, the kid is scared.
And what is the main prop (other then the gingerbread house) when the kids go into the woods - a giant cage.
A smaller child in the audience begins howling in terror....oh crap, is all hell going to break loose or what.
No. These people know what they are doing. The witch comes out and she's (a he in tights) funny. They get the audience in on the act. And there are no more crying kids. Peter did however spend 75% of the play on my lap, tough guy that he is. I've heard that boys commonly have a night-terror phase. And I think we might be going through that right now so we're going to back of the spooky-ish books for a bit.
No photos for that day however. The witch was not available for pics or to sign autographs (obviously). I wonder what he'd think if I showed him the pic from last year's play. The middle elf below was this year's witch. That's probably screwing with his mind a bit too much.
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