The show is in full swing, the audience are warmed up and giving it gusto, you’ve prepped them, they’re hovering in anticipation to what’s coming next when….’mummy’, that tiny familiar voice pops up from somewhere in the audience…’why are you wearing that ostrich?’
Ah yes…every parent performer has experienced their child heckling at some point or another unless they’ve been wise enough to keep the kids well away but with childrens theatre it is unthinkable not to bring the kids along.
Imani (who’s almost 4) has seen ‘Under the Baobab Tree’ 3 times now, is addicted to the songs and has almost learned the script by heart, is now fully capable of shouting out the punchline just before you give it, informing the audience of how the story ends and if you commit the crime of forgetting a word…beware….she will correct you! Right there and then.
So why do we allow these tiny terrors into our theatres, our performance spaces? What benefits are there? Well, for me, it’s when the festival is gone and we sit on a tree stump in the Botanic Gardens and I lie back and am entertained by a rather brilliant almost 4 year old raconteur.
PS: Any funny kids stories that you have been told? Let us know here:)