Earlier tonight, Paprika and Mr. Mustard went to see Mary Poppins at the Ahmanson Theater in Los Angeles. Since it opened in November, all we've been hearing is how incredible this show is. It's full of flying and mid-air acrobatics. And, of course, singing and dancing and music...bascially, just about everything Paprika loves. This is the last week before the show ends, so we knew it was now or never.
We got two tickets: front-row center mezzanine. Score! We decided one of us would take Paprika and one of us would stay home with Ginger. Flipped a coin and Mr. Mustard won...so he got to go!
About 10 minutes before they were set to leave for the show, I saw written in BOLD on the tickets, "Children Under 6 Years of Age Will NOT Be Permitted In The Theater." Not sure how we missed that!
Well, too late to do anything about that: the tickets were paid-for, non-refundable, and there was no time to resell. What to do? We started teaching Paprika the phrase, "I am SIX years old." I dressed her in the outfit I could find that made her look the oldest. She is three, so I was aiming at doubling her age. Turns out no one even asked and she breezed right into the auditorium, no questions asked. Phew!
Mr. Mustard said their seats were amazing, the best in the house. Mary Poppins flew right by their heads and Bert danced on the ceiling in front of them. Paprika was enthralled by the show, and didn't want to leave when it ended. I saw that coming! She was mesmerized by the performance, all three hours of it (not including intermission) and was soaking up every last word. She is begging to see it again and again and again. For now, the movie version will have to do. Chim-chim-er-ee!