So I get a call from the wife late in the day:
“I totally forgot, we have tickets tonight to the Coterie at Crown Center… meet us there at 6pm.”
“(doing something else and paying little attention to the conversation) You get a sitter?”
“It’s a kids theater… you listening to me?”
“(no) yeah, 6pm, k…”
I get to Crown Center, walk over to Halls to check out some boots I saw on Zappos (the designer was suppose to be in stock at Halls), they don’t have any, so I head down to people watch. Family gets there, we head into the theater with a slew of our friends and sit and wait. Now, I can handle cross-dressing men (glass houses after all), and I can handle intense apple shifting evil teachers, I can even handle spooky 19th floor references to “Madusa-Look-a-Like” but I draw that line at multiple “Butt” references and bizarre provacitive cross-dressing-salsa-dancing for an audience of small children.
They enjoyed the show. Chloe did say “I didn’t like the loud slapping (of the ruler the crazy teacher continually slapped against the table) and I didn’t like the EVIL…”