On Saturday, the family went downtown to see the Alvin Ailey dance troupe. The boys had on their vests, white shirts, ties, and black shoes.
As we entered the grand Auditorium theater in Chicago. We learned that cushions are available for the seats. Ry rejected the idea. Therefore J sat with his legs hanging over the cushions. I found myself telling J where the speakers were, and what it means when the lights go out. It’s one of those things I occasionally do, despite knowing better. I try to kill time by filling them up with information that they never really seem all that interested in.
As Stevie Wonder sang, and the dancers came to life, Ry appeared mesmerized. Ry could not get enough of the movements. J however was ready for ice cream by intermission. But when the intro to Ray Charles, “Tell Me What I say,” came on, they both could be heard saying, “hey, I know that song.” That was a very cool moment. How many 6 and 3 year old can identify songs from 40-50 years ago. My wife recalled Ry saying, “mom, I can see why you loved seeing them when you were a kid.” After the show, we stopped by the Corner Bakery for a light meal. As we were leaving the boys noticed some of the dancers. And Ry confidently introduced himself and engaged the man who played the guy on a train ride with a cold who couldn’t stop sneezing.
While walking North on Michigan Avenue, the boys saw the “puppet box.com”. Think of a stand up puppet theater attached to a bicycle, then imagine hearing a country jig and picture a dog and rabbit puppet dancing. Fortunately, I’ve never actually had to see the person inside the puppet box. I’m afraid it would alter the “cute” factor. Now insert, Ry and J joining them by dancing on the sidewalk across the street from the Art Institute of Chicago. And picture a crowd starting to form as two kids enjoy the experience of being two kids dancing the jig with two puppets.