Last week I went to a play that was quite ambitious-a musical remake of The Jungle Book, performed in three languages. There was also one acrobatic scene with a long piece of cloth and its manipulation, but I won’t get into that.
During the interval, this occurred, “Mamma, when will the movie start?”
‘Mamma’s’ response, “It’s not a movie.”
I turned around and sneaked a peek, the culprit was around four-years old and looking perplexed. I smiled.