Claudia and I spent the first part of this rainy Saturday at an open house at Wheelock Family Theater. I think it was the first time that they tried this way of letting people know about their classes for children. Claudia, who seems very interested in theater, wanted to do something at Riverside Theater Works, in Hyde Park. She had done a remarkable summer program called Broadway Boot Camp there in July, but they didn’t have a Saturday class for the fall that interested her. The girl is so busy with other things during the week that theater must be a Saturday thing.
They WFT people set up this Open House in a very clever way. They started with a presentation by the Story Troupers, a teenage group that uses theater and movement to interpret children’s books. Before the show started, the troupers came out into the audience to connect with the kids who had come to see them.
The show was great, presenting around seven books from “The Little Engine That Could” to the story of an African-American woman aviator who was completely new to me. Claudia was mesmerized. In one story, the troupers winced out of fear of thunder and C, who also fears thunder, winced with them.
After the Story Troupers, WFT presented “mini-classes” that gave the kids a chance to see how the actual classes would work. We went to an acting class and a comedy class, and Claudia was definitely drawn to the former. We went outside and signed up, with the Parent Imperfect wincing at the cost of the course. I don’t know if WFT has any sort of scholarship program, but without it, this is definitely not a program for everyone.
We went back out into an even harder rain and headed home to get Kiernan to take him to his soccer game. We arrived, later than expected, to a house full of open doors and lights left burning. I assumed that the boy would be rushing to finish his first Latin assignment before soccer, but he wasn’t at the table. In fact, he wasn’t in the house.
Bad thoughts flew momentarily through my head, but not for long. This guy had gone to Kristian’s house! My cell phone, on “Quiet” since Wheelock, carried two messages that explained it. He had assumed that the rain would cancel the soccer game, so he went off to his friend’s in Dorchester without even bothering to finish his homework, or turn off the lights. It didn’t seem to matter that we had told him that he couldn’t go there until AFTER soccer.
Livid was the Parent Imperfect. If he could have jumped in the car and gone to get him, he would have. But how could he do that if he didn’t even know exactly where K was? He had gone to a friend of his friend’s place. It was too late to get him to the game, anyway. It would be better to have some time to cool off, anyway. After all, acting out wouldn’t help anyone. No need to rush off and risk road rage…he could pick up the wreckage of the first week of school scattered all over the house.