My two-year-old likes to watch the "Daddy Movie" (or "Daddy Moomie" to be precise). The Daddy Movie is a Fairyland Promotional wherein Dad is interviewed. Yesterday he requested we watch the "Mommy Moomie".
"I'm afraid we don't have a mommy movie."
The five-year-old chimes in:
"What about the shows you said you used to be in?"
"Well, I worked backstage."
"Don't you have any movies where you can see you wearing black pushing things on the stage?"
"I don't think so . . . why don't I see if I can find the super-artsy puppet show fairy tale I directed . . ." That oughta go over well.
Then I saw it. My claim to fame. The biggest acting role I've ever had, and I did happen to have it on tape: Charlotte's Web.
Yes, when I was in college, I auditioned for a Children's Theatre touring production of Charlotte's Web, and, by happenstance, or the fact that not that many people auditioned, or perhaps because I was overweight, I was given the part of Wilbur.
It was one role I felt I did rather well (there's a reason I direct and stage manage). It was a fun semester with a great group of girls, wherein I was sainted by the sole Catholic at BYU, but I didn't realize it would come back to haunt me 15 years later.
So, for the last couple of days we've been watching a lot of the "mommy moomie". Ethan's a bit bored, yet intrigued by it.
"Mom, when is it going to get interesting?"
I don't think he quite believes it's me in the pink sweats behind the foam pig mask.
"Mom, how come your tummy isn't big?"
Because I put on 30 pounds since college dear.
At least Elliot appreciates it.
"Where's Mommy?"
"MOMMY! RIGHT THERE! PIG!"
2 comments:
Please never share that with my Tyler. His favorite animals are pigs, and he'd be pretty upset to know that I was never a pig in a play. :)
I thought you were about to say that he be pretty upset to see me in a pig-suit. You know, I'm wearing a mask, I could send you a copy and you could tell him that it's you . . . then you'd be super-mom.
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