it's a hard knock life... for mom

On the tip of a friend Katie and I went and saw a local production of Annie.

It was called Annie Jr. meaning the more "adult" parts of the play were taken out (think drunk Miss Hannigan dancing around in lingerie.)

I thought this would be fine.

On the way there I started outlining the story for her and it was then the questions starting coming at me as if shot from a tommy gun.

"What do you mean she doesn't have any parents? Where did they go? Why do they call them orphans?"

Uh-oh.

When the show began, the questions rained down fast and furious.

"Why are they sleeping on the floor?"

"Where are they?" It doesn't look like they are inside, there is a window, see Mama."

"How old is Annie?"

"Who is dressed up as the dog? That's a real dog?!"

"Is that her real hair?"

"It doesn't look red to me, more brownish."

"Is the big girl on the left wearing a wig?"

"Is that boy wearing a wig?"

"Is the little girl wearing a wig?"

"Is that a grown up or a kid?"

We made it to intermission and that's about it.

Clearly we need some more "prep" work before going into our next play.