On Saturday Janie and I had a girls' night out. We went to the play of Peter Pan put on by a local youth theater. What a total blast. After deciding not the wear the pink and purple Crocs that Jane thought would look lovely with my dress, we picked matching flowers for extra pizzaz and headed out to a fresh market for dinner. Lemon tart pie, yay! We also bought a honey stick.
At the show we sat second row balcony - great view. Besides being totally mesmerized and swaying to the songs, Janie was obsessed with Captain Hook. First quiet moment after his grand entrance she, in a not really whisper voice, asked, "Is he going to kill me?" Totally serious, not scared, just wondering, as if this must be what happens at all plays. Next pause in the action she wants to know, " Is he going to kill everyone?" Followed by, "Where did he go?" and, "Is he going to stay down there? Will he jump out if we go down there?" At the end just before a spectacular, yet tasteful, sword fight she wanted to know, "Is he going to cut my head off with that?"
During the scene when Wendy is shot by the Lost Boys with an arrow, she asked if it was heaven now. I couldn't quit laughing at how matter of fact and not scary death is to her as if just a change of scene. Maybe that's not such a bad perspective.
