Panto Time

So last night we went off to the theatre for the annual visit to see the Christmas panto at Doncasater.  This years offering.... Aladdin.... Star of the show...come ere.. Jimmy Cricket. Of the three boys youngest boy was the only 1 to join in with the jeering, pointing and shouting but seemed to thoroughly enjoy the show.  Eldest boy protested about how loud the child behind laughed and middle boy remained stoney faced throughout.  I do worry about the stability of my boys minds, I mean how do you explain that a man plays widow Twanky and a girl plays Aladdin when the boys ask why dont girls be girls and boys be boys? It wasn't until nearing the end of the show that  I realised Jimmy Cricket has L & R on the wrong wellies, also confusing for the boys although I doubt they noticed this level of detail.  So it came to 10pm and three tired boys needed to go home, as we had step daughter and nanan with us it meant that 2 boys had to be imprisoned, tortured and neglected in the far rear seats of the car. After a re-enactment of WW2 it was decided that middle and eldest boy would take these seats, they protested all the way home and decided that fighting each other was the answer that would save them. So a good nights sleep was had by all and unusually the boys slept in till 10am this morning. But alas the gits are back and chunks of skin are  now scattered around my living room. Roll on bed time!!