Yesterday, the dutchkid had her first theatre experience. I belong to this massive playgroup in town and they’re always organizing fun activities to do with your kids. It’s big enough that I feel like I can blend in a bit. I don’t do well with the kind of playgroups where you all take turns having everyone over to your house and it’s like mom-dating.
So we went to go see the play “If You Give A Pig A Party” which is based on the children’s book. I wasn’t sure how the dutchkid would do with it, but I have fond memories of those books. My baby sis always loved, “If You Give A Moose A Muffin” and I remember reading it to her. This was geared towards the younger set. So we went.
What made the experience even more interesting was the loads of kindergarten age kids who were there, I love watching kids see the magic of a story come to life. One child did have some sort of pathological fear of the dark, though, and began screaming at the top of his lungs when the house lights went down. Which made the dutchkid nervous. But she did surprisingly well, except it was about 20 minutes too long. For me AND her. If you’ve ever read those books, they can get a little trying after the thousand times of getting sidetracked. And after about 30 minutes, all the cuteness of watching over the top, theatre major college kids pretend to be whiny, obnoxious kindergarteners begins to wear thin.
She was little too young for it, but we had a good time. So much so that she threw a gigantic fit when we left because she didn’t want to go. I think she thought that we were going to get to play on the set. They’re doing “Winnie-The-Pooh” next, I think I might just have to go myself next time.


