The Show I Would Pay $105 For

So I just learned this weekend that Baby’s favorite show, The Pajanimals, now has a live touring musical production.

Go ahead, I’ll let you digest these 2 things before we move on:

  1. that Baby has a favorite TV show, meaning that a) we not only let her have screen time but b) enough of it to have developed preferences, and
  2. that we would actually consider going to a live musical production intended for preschoolers with absolutely no shame whatsoever.

Are we good? Okay. Let’s continue.

It’s not that Baby loves this show and, as the center of our universe, we must strive our hardest to appease our tiny toddler overlord, but (well, actually, that might be a tiny part of it) that she gets so much delight out of that show it’s unreal. She squeals, she dances, and she does this ridiculously cute display where she can’t contain herself, yelling ‘WHEEEEEEEE!” whenever their beds take off to visit their wise, mythical friends. So why WOULDN’T we want to cater to our adorable sweet little overlord?

$35 a ticket. That’s why. I called the Box Office. Even though she wouldn’t even be two, she is required to have a separate ticket for entry. Nevermind that she wouldn’t be able to occupy even a quarter of that seat, she still owes $35. So that’s $105 for all 3 of us to go and delight in her wonderment. No thank you.

But at least I got this out of the conversation:

Me: “…so do we need to buy her a ticket?”

Box Office Lady: “It depends on the show. Let me check. What’s it called?”

Me: “The Pajanimals.”

Box Office Lady: “…uh…The Pajam-A-holes??”

Yes. That one. THAT is the one I will pay $105 to see.

And just in case you think I have any qualms about having gone from rock’n’roll lady to *that* mom, I don’t, thanks to this awesome post by Temerity Jane.

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