Well, a local playhouse was putting on the show. My mom bought us tickets, so last Saturday morning we loaded up and headed out to see the show.
A certain Wee One had her pink on:
|Meanwhile, this Wee One was playing in the car.|
|"I get OUT!"|
I was pretty peeved. Here there are representatives from the theater wandering aimlessly around the parking lot, but not going car-to-car to inform the guests of what the plan is. Apparently someone found out something because there was a mass exodus of cars/vans/SUVs a little while earlier (we found all those people at McDonalds when we went to get our own breakfast). The woman who answered our questions did manage to bitch that her pant legs were all wet from walking around the parking lot, but didn't mention to us to go get our own breakfast? Thanks.
So we pulled out of the parking lot to head to McDonalds. Can you imagine the tears and screaming from my kid? Who has been talking about Pinkalicious all morning long and has had to sit in the car for 45 minutes in the rain? I finally calmed her down by explaining that we just had to go get some food, and we would come back for the show.
After our McDonald's run, we come back to a much lousier parking space. Another conversation in the parking lot told us that the show was being cancelled, and rescheduled for Monday. (One of the few days of the week that I can actually get my shit-ton of work on online classes and faculty hiring done.) So, again, we pull out of the parking lot. With a disappointed kid.
Monday morning we repeat getting ready. We repeat talking about Pinkalicious. We repeat putting on the pink. I called daycare to tell them she would be arriving at lunchtime, and again we headed to the theater.
This time we got out of the car.
Went inside to stand in line to get our table.
Met up with Nan.
Took our token picture on the edge of the stage (similar to last time).
And finally we got to see Pinkalicious.
So now my Wee One's favorite color is pink. If you ask her what she wants to drink, she says "pink". If you ask her what she wants to eat, she says "pink". I'm so freaking sick of reading that damn Pinkalicious book I could throw it out the window. Then tonight she wanted to sleep with it. But it was worth it, and I bet it will be something she remembers!