We took our three little Granddaughters to see Junie B. Jones today at the Tempe theatre. And it was so cool.
We had great seats right over the stage.
And Morgan, the three year old, kept laughing at the wrong times...like when it was dead silent in there. But it was funny anyway.
And Riley, the six year old, sat at the edge of her seat, entranced and her eyes were so wide open I think she didn't even blink.
And Julia, the seven year old was leaning so far forward that I kept thinking she would fall off the balcony.
We shared a fine dining meal before we went at Cracker Barrel...and the girls loved it. Although I don't recommend that gift shop area unless they are gagged and blindfolded.
We laughed through the whole performance.
Met the actors afterward.
Had ice cream.
And then rode bikes and swang on the backyard swing until their parents arrived.
And it was a really, really fun day.
Even if I hate that particular rendition of Jingle Bells.
But it was worth it.
But I've never really understood how the batmobile could loose a wheel, though.
Isn't it put on with kryptonite or something?
Or is that another super-hero?
Oh gosh, sadly now there will be no more wobbly gobbly turkeys.
We are moving on to bastardized Christmas pre-school songs!
'Tis the season.
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