Gimme an E-L-M-O
Waaaaay back in February, we saw that Sesame Street Live was going to have a show in the area this weekend. Knowing our son's proclivity for red, furry characters, we thought we would buy tickets for the three of us for his birthday.
Being the seasoned parents that we are (read: not stupid when it comes to matters of time) we did not clue Jack in to the purchase of said tickets. There was no way he would understand that we bought him tickets to a show three months later and would ask us every day between then and the show when we were going to see Elmo.
The big day arrived today and we decided to keep it a secret until the last minute. We drove all the way to the suburbs and walked in to the theater before asking him why he thought we were there. I think the giant souvenir stands might have given him a clue, but he claimed to not know.
"We're here to see Elmo, buddy!" we exclaimed. His face lit up and he said, "Right now?"
Yep, right now.
The usher escorted us to our seats and we were delighted to find they were in the front row. I could totally throw my thong at Cookie Monster! This was a huge score. Not to mention we were seated on the aisle, right next to the stairs where the characters all came down into the crowd.
The lights and music came on right on schedule and the look on Jack's face said it all. He was ecstatic. He danced and clapped and when the characters came into the audience, he hugged and high-fived them.
He was not, however, the little boy who left his seat at least 10 rows back and an entire section over and walked up on the stage during the show. What the hell? His grandmother kept saying, "Come on now, come on!" Seriously lady, he never should have walked three feet away from you. He waltzes 30 feet away and you don't see him until he climbs up on stage and tries to dance with Elmo?
He was also not the little boy who got lost at intermission. That little boy, Ethan, was crying that he lost his Mommy. Hello, Ethan's Mommy ... how did your kid leave his seat and you didn't notice? Not only that, but there was no sign of any woman frantically searching for a little boy. If that was Jack, I would have been screaming his name in panic. (Judge much, Amy? Why yes, yes I do.)
In the end, I determined the 90-minute show was 30 minutes too long. They should bag the intermission and cut the show time to an hour. Little kids just don't have the attention span for that. By the second half, Jack was asking if we were going home yet.
But I don't think I will forget the look on his face any time soon. It actually brought a tear to my eye to see him experience such joy. I am so glad I could give him that experience.
Being the seasoned parents that we are (read: not stupid when it comes to matters of time) we did not clue Jack in to the purchase of said tickets. There was no way he would understand that we bought him tickets to a show three months later and would ask us every day between then and the show when we were going to see Elmo.
The big day arrived today and we decided to keep it a secret until the last minute. We drove all the way to the suburbs and walked in to the theater before asking him why he thought we were there. I think the giant souvenir stands might have given him a clue, but he claimed to not know.
"We're here to see Elmo, buddy!" we exclaimed. His face lit up and he said, "Right now?"
Yep, right now.
The usher escorted us to our seats and we were delighted to find they were in the front row. I could totally throw my thong at Cookie Monster! This was a huge score. Not to mention we were seated on the aisle, right next to the stairs where the characters all came down into the crowd.
The lights and music came on right on schedule and the look on Jack's face said it all. He was ecstatic. He danced and clapped and when the characters came into the audience, he hugged and high-fived them.
He was not, however, the little boy who left his seat at least 10 rows back and an entire section over and walked up on the stage during the show. What the hell? His grandmother kept saying, "Come on now, come on!" Seriously lady, he never should have walked three feet away from you. He waltzes 30 feet away and you don't see him until he climbs up on stage and tries to dance with Elmo?
He was also not the little boy who got lost at intermission. That little boy, Ethan, was crying that he lost his Mommy. Hello, Ethan's Mommy ... how did your kid leave his seat and you didn't notice? Not only that, but there was no sign of any woman frantically searching for a little boy. If that was Jack, I would have been screaming his name in panic. (Judge much, Amy? Why yes, yes I do.)
In the end, I determined the 90-minute show was 30 minutes too long. They should bag the intermission and cut the show time to an hour. Little kids just don't have the attention span for that. By the second half, Jack was asking if we were going home yet.
But I don't think I will forget the look on his face any time soon. It actually brought a tear to my eye to see him experience such joy. I am so glad I could give him that experience.
Labels: Jack
posted by Amy at
9:04 PM
6 Comments:
It brought a tear to my eye reading about you watching Jack experience such joy. That's the best, best stuff!
AW! I am glad you guys had so much fun, Amy! We took Tristan to see Thomas last year and his reaction was priceless, so I know exactly what you mean. I still get teary eyed looking at the pic of his first reaction to seeing the big blue train. :) Hooray for Elmo fun.
what a lucky boy, and you are an awesome mom. Happy Mother's Day!
Yeah for Jack! I can't wait until mine is old enough to go see her favorites without getting freaked out by their HUGE size! Sounds like a great time!
We took our 2 year old to see his the object of his desires, Dora, LIVE in March, and he was so happy and thrilled when she came onstage that I cried. I felt like an idiot for crying until I looked at my husband, who was also crying at Harry's joy :)
Glad you had fun & LOL @ the thong at Cookie Monster.
He looks like he's about to burst in that first picture!! So cute!
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