1st Grade Plays and Other Forms of Torture

First off, the elocution and the delivery of lines was wooden and unrealistic in this play. There was nary an understandable line from start to finish, and the theatrical technicians had to feed many more lines than they should have. The musical numbers were a farce, with kids singing out of turn, off key, and without any trace of musical talent. The costumes were uninspired and insipid, while the lighting was so stark that it left nothing to the imagination. The only decent actor or singer was my kid, and he should have had a MUCH bigger part. Hello!

That's my kid in the back, with the demon eyes. I really should have looked twice at that contract I signed with the devil. It's always the fine print. This was actually the best shot I could get of the boy while holding a baby and taking care of a 5 year old. I did not attempt some of the acrobatic drop rolls and bow legged crab walks that the other parents were able to do to get that perfect shot of their kid singing along with some song about a hoe down.

Overall, the play was fun to watch. Wrestling with a cranky baby without Paranoid Dad for backup is not something I ever want to try again (PD was teaching his martial arts class tonight and already had to miss one class recently due to the flu). Super Spy was not interested in any of it. I'm not sure why a normally happy baby could not sit still for 30 minutes! But, she kept it down enough that I did not have to walk out with her like another mom with an even crankier baby had to do. Thank goodness for that!



This was one of Super Spy's non-cranky times, as she rolls on the floor with Kid Catastrophe. Kid Catastrophe liked the musical numbers the best, as she danced around each time they started singing.