I took the children to see Peter Pan a couple of weeks ago. It was a surprise and they didn't guess until we had arrived in the town of Stratford and had been given many clues ("there is a boy at the centre of the story"; "there is an animal as a secondary character"; "the main characters can fly"; "there is a fairy!"; "ok then, we read it is this morning, Sophie!").
Indeed, I had prepped the youngest with a condensed version two days prior and the morning of - a wise move as she cowered next to me when the lights dimmed and Captain Hook announced that all cell phones must be turned off unless you wanted to walk the plank! We just laughed it off as an actor playing Capt Hook, the meany. And then she was mesmorised. Just like her big bro.
It was a super production with lots of originality and we clapped with all our might to save Tinkerbell. We were lucky to have our good friends Jenny & Jack along.
Meanwhile, M had time to get us a camp site, find a good bookshop and read in the park. The town has a lovely playground; we spent ages in the terrific toystore (anyone for a sidewalk game of checkers?); there is a grassy stroll along the Avon river (!) where the children befriended a baby; the kids accompanied me to the small art gallery that had local artists on exhibit plus one room exploring images of animals in captivity (plus a great hands-on art room); and our tent withstood another night with all 4 of us squeezed in!
On the way home, we picked up some good old Ontario corn at an un-staffed roadside stand and had it for supper dripping with butter...
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