Every night, there is a show at our house.
Sometimes, it's the kids standing on their step stools in the living room, singing in to hairbrushes. Sometimes, it's everyone in the family busting out some crazy dance moves to ABBA. This is particularly fun since we haven't had any curtains up on our bay window so the living room is much like a fishbowl at night. We've witnessed cars visibly slowing down to watch the dancing scene.
(Notice, the new plantation shutters that we had installed last week. I hope the neighbors don't terribly miss the free nightly entertainment.)
Every so often, Charlie and I will be treated to a play. In this context, the word "treated" means, we are repeatedly asked (50 times or more), "MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD! MOMDADMOMDAD! come watch us! COME WATCH US! We're putting on a play!!"
Tonight's production was called, "Pirate, Chicken, Queen, Super Hero."
The plot had something to do with a pirate that caught a chicken and put the chicken in a cage and the queen liked to sleep a lot. The super hero ran around the room, with one arm outstretched, ramming in to everything while yelling, SUPAH HEYWHOA!
Then, suddenly and without warning, the pirate turned in to a baby chicken?
I'm not sure exactly how this happened, but one minute the pirate hat was gone and in it's place was a tuft of soft down.
Apparently, the baby chicken hatched from an egg that was ALMOST eaten by the pirate and that prompted the queen to start singing, "The Sun Will Come Out, Tomorrow."
What I assume was the mother chicken, who laid the egg, was very happy to see that she now had a baby. Her rejoicing was truncated when the super hero head butted her and she fell on top of the baby chicken, taking out the queen on the way down. Everyone cried. However. The entire cast got back up on their feet, took a bow, and soaked in the standing ovation that their father and I gave to them.
We were clapping madly not just because we were so impressed to see our children's imaginations at work ... but because half the cast squeezed in to costumes that we bought for them four years ago.
And it's certainly not EVERY DAY you see a six year old wearing a baby chicken costume designed for a 12-month-old.
Then again, around here, it's not that unusual.