I took Joseph to a play… Just a local kids theater class production directed by my Zumba instructor. It was loosely based on Little Red Riding Hood. There were no tickets and I’m fairly certain we were the only ones there not related to a cast member. Joseph was nervous to go until I realized he thought I meant he would be in the play. He was all for it when I explained it better. He still had a few questions during the performance…

Is this TV or are those people real?

Are those kids from an orphanage?

Is there a wolf in this play? There’s not a wolf…is there? (He most certainly does not want to be caught off guard by the entrance of a wolf…I check the program…yes, Big Bad Wolf…there is one. Wait! That’s the wolf up there now.) What? That boy playing the wolf needs to get himself a better costume! (It was a girl, dressed like a late but skinny Elvis, with an Edward Scissorhands wig.)

Do adults do plays? I want to see one with adults some time.

Have you seen a play before? (Yes.) You have? Was it here?

Is there another play? (Yes, there are lots of plays, different groups put them on all over.) When? Where is the next one? Can we go?

So…that wasn’t a screen. Those were real people. …Right?