The other day we took Anya and her good friend Eva to the Seattle Children’s Theatre’s rendition of the P.D. Eastman book, “Go Dog. Go!” It was a wonderful play and both kids seemed to really enjoy themselves.
At the end of the play, the actors came out and said hello to all the kids and told them something about what it takes to put on a play and be an actor. Finally they open up the room for questions.
“Does anyone have any questions we can answer?”
Anya’s hand shot into the air and she squealed, “I do, I do!”
We were in the first row so I feared there was a good chance she would get called on. My concern and curiosity got the better of me. “What do you want to ask the man?”
“I want to know what happened in Japan with the earth quake and salami (tsunami) that hurt all those people.”
I didn’t tell her to put her hand down but whenever the actor looked her way I made eye contact and shook my head in a very disapproving way, using any and all my psychic power to put one thought in his head, “Don’t call on this one…”
I’m really glad I asked.
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