Joeseph and the ...What?

Last night we were invited out to dinner with Melinda, Kwade, Keely and Raleigh.  We went out to their favorite pizza restaurant Tops.  Great food - but the wait was HORRIBLE!  I think we waited for about 50 minutes for our order.  I hate waiting.  Keely suggested a counting game where you go around the table and each person can say up to 3 numbers in a row starting at 1.  The person who lands on 20 is out.  It was fun for the kids, although I had to kill the suggestion to count to 30 because Wesley is still learning his numbers, and 20 was a stretch for him!  Luckily we were there at 6:oopm because we had tickets to go see a play at 8:00pm.

After supper, I took Mark home and the boys and I went to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.  (Mark is NOT a fan of musicals.)  There are friends from our church who were in it and I've always loved live theater.  It was good, but I good mixed reactions from Adam and Wesley.  Adam sat in his seat glaring at the stage when he realized that it was a Bible story. (There was a huge picture saying

 "Children's Bible Stories" on stage before the play started.) Then, about 10 minutes after it started he asked, "When is this music going to stop?!?"  Apparently - not a musical fan.  He warmed up to it when they started throwing people to the ground, and they brought out the skeleton of a sheep they had "eaten" because they were so hungry.  I even caught him clapping and laughing in parts, so maybe there is hope for him yet.  We also checked out the band pit at intermission and they both were really interested in what goes on down there.  My favorite theory that they had, was that to get into the pit, the band members had to leap over the side like crazy people.  I guess they missed the stairs to the right leading up from the basement.  I love their theories, though.  It makes life alot funner.

Wesley, on the other hand, loved the beginning and clapped along with everyone.  He laughed and seemed to be really enjoying it.  Then, after intermission, he hit a wall. He couldn't get comfortable, and then with only 10 minutes left of the show, he fell asleep on my shoulder.  Everyone we passed afterwards  gave him, and me, a look that said, "Oh that little boy fell asleep. Oh isn't that cute!"  It would have been cuter it they had actually held the door for the mom with the heavy sleeping 5 year old.  Needless to say, I'm never taking them out to a play at night again.  We may check out matinees, though.  Y