Today we took WCK to see a children's play about dinosaurs called -- what else? --"The Dinosaur Play." The actors encouraged audience participation. Between the sounds of what seemed like hundreds of kids "participating", and an actress who decided that her apatosaurus character needed to roar loudly over everyone else's dialogue, it was hard to make out the plot.
From what I could tell, the play was about a dinosaur egg that needed to hatch. First they tried to recruit a cranky male triceratops to hatch the egg, but he flatly denied being the egg's father and stormed off. The loud apatosaurus finally hatched the egg, only to discover -- shocker! -- that it was a baby triceratops! She adopted the baby, the male triceratops returned to rescue them from a t-rex, and they all escaped together to a swamp to start a new life together.
Was the triceratops indeed the father? Was he going to make an honest woman of the apatosaurus? It was never explained.
I'd ask Jay, but he napped through most of it. Lucky.
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