T & A

OK, don't get your hopes too far up, this will not be that kind of post.

The morning started like any other, we all got up and got going like normal.  Ryan took Emms to school and calmly walked back into the house and turned on the radio.  Strange, but OK.  The problem, he was NOT listening my Christmas music station.  What?!?!  Shocking, I know, anyways...I realized that could mean only one thing.  Ryan had won something on the radio.  Sure enough, he answered a question about weight gain during the holidays (teehee) and was given the choice of theatre (with an 're' means fancy) tickets or hockey tickets.  He chose hockey.  No biggie, we weren't completely sure that we weren't going to be getting tickets to the show anyways.  Fast forward a couple of hours to where we found out that we weren't going to get the tickets, so we decided to trade the hockey game for the show.  We ended up getting 4, read 'em 4, tickets.  So, the evening was planned, we would all be going to watch "A Chorus Line".  Baby Dax would have to sit this one out (if you are doing the math--Emms went with Nana, we took the other two girls).

In my mind, I pictured my lovely, young, impressionable girls being so moved by what they were watching that they would become even more involved in the arts.  What really took place, was me explaining to my 6 year old what the "T" in T and A meant.  Oh yes, to our horror, there was a whole song dedicated to t*ts and #ss.  Not to mention the s word and quite a few others.  As for my life changing moment for my children, one was sitting with Nana, so I don't know how she felt, one fell asleep on me and one--we found out later--had a tummy ache from holding in a toot all night (at least she didn't let it out)!  Oh well, such is life, we will return to the theatre again but most likely we will be spending most of our time at the theater.  No more T & A, only P & G!