The Comfy Corner

One of these children, Matt, was just the cutest little boy and he was such a little actor. After the show was done he drew this poster for the show (the show was "Twinderella" the story of Cinderella's twin brother, Bob). As he was drawing this poster I walk up to him and say, "What are you drawing?" He says, "A unicow, duh." I laughed and said, "What's a unicow?" Well, apparently, it's a unicorn, but a cow. And few people know this, but it was actually a unicow that jumped over the moon. So naturally we ended up in a really deep conversation about unicows, how rare they are, and what powers they possess when he mentioned that there were actually magical ponies and dragons at his birth (can we say... future homosexual?!) To which I cleverly responded, "Oh, wow, there were only magical ponies at mine." And THEN, we got into another in-depth conversation about all the different types of magical ponies (the pink ones with the purple stripes are the most powerful) when this little girl tried to join in by saying, "I like the neon ones." We both stopped and looked at her and we both said AT THE SAME TIME, "Those don't exist."

So essential I turned into a nine year old bully for like two weeks while I taught them jazz squares and chasses. It confirmed several things for me, though: kids have the most amazing imaginations, I definitely want to have children, and I definitely do NOT want to do theatre with children again if I can avoid it (I just get so frustrated when they can't remember to walk onto the stage). So, if you have any questions about unicows or magical ponies, I'm your man.

Ya'll have a nice day.