The point that I lost my mind was probably when I agreed to do a children's play. Let's do a little math here, shall we? AJ (who has a pretty extreme dislike of children)+screaming, kicking, squabbling, sniveling children=A migraine and a very pissed off AJ. I end up watching the director reach near-meltdown every night, because kids can't hold still and remember their lines. Now, I must admit. Watching poor Bob run at these kids while screaming at the top of his lungs, or seeing him grab one of them and shake them a bit is quite entertaining, having to pretend that I remotely understand kids for two and a half hours is just WAY too trying.
If you know me, you understand. Kids and I don't mix. If there's a screaming child around, that's a sign for me that it's time to leave. I never want to have any kids, and I'm okay with that. So what part of my brain decided to misfire the day that I agreed to do a CHILDREN'S PLAY. Apparently that's the day I lost my mind.
Now granted, it's tough for a kid to pay attention, so I can't really get too mad at them for not holding still on stage...but they seem old enough to know better. I'm never doing a children's play again. Sometimes the urge is great to go help Bob shake them, but then we'd both go to jail. I prefer to take my pleasure from recording his rantings on my cell phone and showing them to him, so he won't get arrested for shaking children either.
So, in this twisting heap, the moral of the story is.... If nothing else, Children's Theater is a great form of birth control.
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