Tonight I had the pleasure of watching a production of The King and I staged by my niece’s 4th grade class.
What can I say? After watching a theater full of hyperactive little moppets slaughter Rodgers & Hammerstein I still feel pretty good. The highlight of course was seeing Princess Demon-Child standing stage left with a group of other little girls in faux Siamese drag singing the re-telling of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, “Praise, Buddha!!!” It took all I had not to pull a Momma Rose and yell, “Sing Out Louise!” I settled for a very loud whoop during the applause (my brother in law added to the cheer, and I am pretty sure my niece heard us).
It really was not all bad, in fact I have to admit, it was kind of cute; a few of the kids were regular hambones and obviously enjoying themselves. At one point, though, my sister and I came down with a major case of the giggles when the young girl playing Anna began singing. You see, this beautiful child, had a very pronounced lisp, so when she sang the song, I Whistle A Happy Tune, it came out I Withtle a Happy Tune … we were shot some nasty looks by the couple sitting next to us as we tried to stifle our guffaws.
Actually, I had a pretty good time, and I am as proud as can be of my little Bound For Broadway Diva in Training.
After the show, my sister pulled my niece aside and said, “Honey you were great, but tomorrow night, make sure you smile bigger and don’t forget to hit your mark!”
And just like that, a stage mother was born…