Ok, now I have seen everything.
This evening we joined a friend and her children for a concert in town. First, we went to the wrong place. Once we figured that out, we discovered the concert was sold out. Sold out? Who on earth would have thought to buy tickets to this thing in advance? I guess a lot of people. But enough people decided to skip it that we managed to get tickets after all. At least we didn’t have to buy them from a scalper. (I’m kidding.. there were no scalpers.)
Inside the gymnasium, the kids were clapping to try to get the band to come perform. When they finally came on stage, the audience was pretty much silent. There were three band members… a guy in yellow, a guy in blue and a guy in red. It was sort of a wannabe-Wiggles-in-French. They opened with a little number about eating soup. They also had a song about disco, one about rock and roll and one about cotton candy. That one really got the audience riled up. (They’d have the audience yell out barbe a papa… which is what they call cotton candy here. Kids not only love eating spun sugar, they seem to love yelling about it.) That was followed by, I think, a song about having a stomach ache and pooping. The Wiggles would never sing of poop.
Kaitlyn didn’t care or didn’t know what they were singing about. She and a little girl from her ballet class stood in the aisle and danced their little hearts out. They hung on each other and danced, spun each other and danced, and danced rather like they were out clubbing. Disturbing. Still, she had a great time.
On the way out, Papa Noel was in the lobby greeting the kids and handing out bags of candy. Kaitlyn was excited to see him, but scared. She grabbed me tight and hid behind me. She also was mad that the bag of candy was a big bag of chocolate. No wonder she is scared of him; he’s obviously an impostor. The real Santa would know she doesn’t like chocolate.
This has to be one of your finest works. Great reading!