I took the boys to see Lion King, the musical, this past weekend.
In preparation, we borrowed a copy of the movie and watched it multiple times so they were familiar with the story, because (gasp), they had never seen it. Oh, I tried when Carter was little, but it seems like my boys only like the Pixar Disney flicks and none of the older ones--except for Peter Pan (but that has pirates in it, of course). They have a very discerning taste when it comes to style of animation--or whatever.
But they really enjoyed the movie. They started growling alot (ok, more than usual) and pretending they were "the red one" (Mufasa) or the bad uncle (Scar, obviously), etc. when they would play throughout the day. The night before the play, I let them watch a little bit of the show right before bed. I was doing a little laundry and caught a piece of their conversation as they watched the scary part where Mufasa dies. It went like this:
M: Carter, I am the red one.
C: I'm Simba. Hey Mufasa, you're going to die.
M: (grief stricken) Oh, I am! I am going to die! Oh no!
C: Mufasa (with real emotion), here it goes!
M: (in anguish) Ahh! I'm dying! Simba, I'm dying. Oh. Now I'm dead.
C: Yeah.
M: Simba, why do you look so sad?
C: Because you're dead, Mufasa.
M: Look, Simba. You're trying to snuggle with me. But I'm not snuggling back. Because I already died. Are you so sad?
C: Yeah. I might cry (convincingly).
M: Mmmm . . . I'm tired of being the dead red one. Now I'm a hynedo (hyena). I'm going to get you, Simba!
And on it went. It was HILARIOUS. They were very in to it.
I was a little worried about taking them to the play (It was a full on Broadway performance in a nice theater, and Matt was at youth conference), but it was so fun!
The actors dance in the aisles, and the costumes are AMAZING. (the pics don't do it justice--to see more, go here. 
My boys were enthralled for 3/4 of the show. And then they both promptly fell asleep (it was about 9:30). At the same time. On me. (A fact they adamantly and indignantly denied the next day.) 
I was so proud of them--they were very well behaved (the girl next to me might have begged to differ, but for C and M, they were AWESOME). Thanks for Grandma Smith for the tickets!
In preparation, we borrowed a copy of the movie and watched it multiple times so they were familiar with the story, because (gasp), they had never seen it. Oh, I tried when Carter was little, but it seems like my boys only like the Pixar Disney flicks and none of the older ones--except for Peter Pan (but that has pirates in it, of course). They have a very discerning taste when it comes to style of animation--or whatever.
But they really enjoyed the movie. They started growling alot (ok, more than usual) and pretending they were "the red one" (Mufasa) or the bad uncle (Scar, obviously), etc. when they would play throughout the day. The night before the play, I let them watch a little bit of the show right before bed. I was doing a little laundry and caught a piece of their conversation as they watched the scary part where Mufasa dies. It went like this:
M: Carter, I am the red one.
C: I'm Simba. Hey Mufasa, you're going to die.
M: (grief stricken) Oh, I am! I am going to die! Oh no!
C: Mufasa (with real emotion), here it goes!
M: (in anguish) Ahh! I'm dying! Simba, I'm dying. Oh. Now I'm dead.
C: Yeah.
M: Simba, why do you look so sad?
C: Because you're dead, Mufasa.
M: Look, Simba. You're trying to snuggle with me. But I'm not snuggling back. Because I already died. Are you so sad?
C: Yeah. I might cry (convincingly).
M: Mmmm . . . I'm tired of being the dead red one. Now I'm a hynedo (hyena). I'm going to get you, Simba!
And on it went. It was HILARIOUS. They were very in to it.
I was a little worried about taking them to the play (It was a full on Broadway performance in a nice theater, and Matt was at youth conference), but it was so fun!
The actors dance in the aisles, and the costumes are AMAZING. (the pics don't do it justice--to see more, go here. My boys were enthralled for 3/4 of the show. And then they both promptly fell asleep (it was about 9:30). At the same time. On me. (A fact they adamantly and indignantly denied the next day.) I was so proud of them--they were very well behaved (the girl next to me might have begged to differ, but for C and M, they were AWESOME). Thanks for Grandma Smith for the tickets!
