Off to See the Wizard

This afternoon, we went with Shrike's parents to see a community theater production of The Wizard of Oz.

When they first invited Peeper to go, I was very hesitant about it, because I thought it might be too scary, and I knew it would be too long. So, Shrike offered to go along, in case she needed to leave in the middle.

Then, at the last minute, I decided that, instead of packing for our Texas trip while they were gone, I wanted to go, too.

As soon as everything was confirmed this morning, we showed Peeper some clips from the movie, to prepare her.

While I was hunting them up, I told her "There's a witch in it!" and that's all she needed to hear.

I showed her the clip of the Wicked Witch of the West's first appearance, and after that, she had no interest in seeing of the others.

Scarecrow? "Don' like it."
Tin Man? "Don' like it."
Lions and Tigers and Bears? "Don' like it."

"Dis one! Dis witch!"

As soon as the playstarted, she wanted to know where the witch was, but I guess that once she showed up, did her thing and left the first time, Peeper figured that was it, because she cuddled up, asked to nurse, and fell asleep until right before Dorothy and the gang first met the Great and Powerful Oz.

Which means, of course, that she woke up just in time for the scary parts - haunted forest, flying monkeys, armed Winkies and the like.

Didn't phase her a bit.

I was a little worried how she was going to handle the melting of the witch, but she didn't get that they'd killed her, just that she'd gone away.

"Where witch go? Where is she?  All gone, witch!"

Luckily, they'd announced at the beginning that the cast would be out front after the show, for meeting and greeting and photographing, so I was able to tell her that "We'll go talk to her in a few minutes."

And, we did.

Here she is listening (and clapping politely) to the pre-show announcements.

Intermission, about half-way through her nap.

The cast, after the show. Bummer that Dorothy's friends all have to get out of their cool costumes and makeup for the final scene, back in Kansas.

With Dorothy and Toto. Yes, that's a real dog. He rode around in that basket for almost the whole play.

With Glenda, the Good Witch

With the Wicked Witch of the West (Her name isn't really Elphaba, is it?)

No, I don't know what's up with the winks for witches. Warding off the evil eye, perhaps?