This is how I spent my morning. It was 90 minutes of overwhelming loudness. It was loud to drown out the screaming children. Some were happy. Some were just screaming. Monkey was dancing. She was happy. Some day when she hits puberty and is particularly rotten and blaming me for all the ills that befall her, I will recall this day and say, "I took you to Sesame Street Live. We are even."
I hope the fact that I wouldn't buy her an $8 Elmo balloon hasn't permanently scarred her. I will say that when we went to lunch after the show she was the best behaved of the children at our table. Now if she'd only start using silverware consistently.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
posted by maggie at 8:48 PM