Posing with Glenda |
Funny Face |
Smiling at home |
Before the Curtain |
With Dorothy |
You were a big hit in the lobby before and after the show and during intermission. One lady suggested that you should be up on stage with the cast. You told her that "Somewhere Over the rainbow" were the only words to "Over the Rainbow" that you knew. You said you didn't know the rest of the song. You even made an impression on a woman working at Burgerville where we stopped on the way home. We ended up telling her about the whole evening.
We had a great time watching and you knew the plot very well because we had watched the movie the night before. We wondered if my favorite song of the movie would even make it in the stage production. It did, and we learned that it is called the "March of the Winkies." It's marching music used by the soldiers (winkies) of the Wicked Witch. It's what is played while the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion follow the soldiers into the castle after ambushing three winkies.
You said you didn't have a favorite song, although you do like to sing "Over the Rainbow." We've actually sang it enough so that even your little sis tries to sing it sometimes.
We got to meet the cast after the show! I knew there was going to be that opportunity at this particular performance. I hadn't purchased the tickets for that because I thought it was lame that there would be a charge for it. We had been to other kid's shows and they hadn't charged for this. But the promoter explained before the opening curtain that it was really a donation to Ronald McDonald house, so I relented and made a donation. You got autographs from the actors who played Scarecrow, Tin Man, Dorothy and Glenda. You said your favorite was Glenda, because her dress was prettier than Dorothy's. You weren't too interested in the Lion but flat out refused to go anywhere near the Wicked Witch.
I wasn't going to include the picture of you doing the "funny face" but you wanted it in.
You've got a big birthday coming up, and I will talk more about how you've been growing up after that big day.
Love, aba
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