Well, we went to see this on Saturday. And suffice it to say that taking a toddler to a theater production of dancing characters she is only ¾-jazzed about is not the best way to spend a Saturday morning.
Inevitably, she will want to leave your $100 seats in the middle of the row shortly after intermission. And also inevitably, once you finally exit the theater, pissing off four other families and their equally fussy toddlers as you mumble “Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, so sorry, so sorry” and trip your way to the aisle, you will make your way out of the theater and to the outside door representing freedom and McDonald’s French fries in your near future, your toddler will whine, “GO BACK IN. MOMMY! DADDY! GO BACK IN!!!!”
You will stare at your spouse with blank, helpless looks for a moment, before turning back around and dragging the toddler, diaper bag and Mommy purse back into the theater and claiming a few seats in the back, where the toddler can stand on your lap and dance along to the singing Elmo and Cookie Monster that mere moments before were the bane of her existence, requiring her to scream “GO HOME NOW” at the top of her little lungs whilst flailing about on the sticky floor.
But for all the hassle and the tantrums and the $8 Elmo balloon, I still found myself getting all teary and emotional, especially when R was really enjoying herself. I get that way a lot: Christmas morning, her birthday, Easter egg hunts, the fall festival… It’s happy tears. And they, too, are inevitable.