Mark and I had tickets to the musical “Gypsy” for months. We had it all planned; my sister Aliyah was going to babysit, and Mark and I would have a date night. Unfortunately, Aliyah had to go to Trinidad at the last minute (hi Aliyah!), and so we were left babysitter-less. Since Ben is g-tube fed, there aren’t too many other people around whom we trust to manage his feedings. Our state doesn’t provide respite care for children with special needs until the age of three, so it looked like our expensive tickets were not going to be used.
Or weren’t they?
Mark had the great idea that I could still go and take Isaac, our seven year old son, as my date. After all, he’s our musical kid who likes dancing and singing. We didn’t know anything about this particular show at all.
I enjoyed the show. It was quite entertaining, but some of the content was, shall we say, not entirely suitable for a seven year old. But Isaac thoroughly enjoyed himself, and thought the performance was quite amusing. It let out quite late, and he fell asleep on the way home. Surprisingly, he awoke at his usual time this morning asking for cereal. I sent him off to his Catholic school praying that he wouldn’t act out any scenes from Gypsy for his classmates.
My only consolation was that we didn’t have FRONT ROW SEATS like some of our dear friends who also took along their seven year olds!!!! 😀
So what lesson did we learn last night? Always check Wikipedia before seeing a show with your child!
(On a side note – don’t feel too sorry for Mark for missing the show. He’ll be taking Isaac to see the Steelers play in Pittsburgh this Sunday!)