Me and My Kid, we didn’t have any plans today. On our first day back from Toronto we were slow to get going day because the rain made for a dark and claustrophobic morning. My Kid watched the recorded “So You Think You Can Dance Season Finale” while I stretched, read the New York Clown Theatre Festival brochure online, and e-mailed back and forth with Lorraine about our upcoming 15 minutes of fame.
We had to play store and then restaurant before I could get My Kid out the door to run errands like going to a store. Who is to say that Target is more real than the plastic cash register arranged at the foot of the bed. The experience is essentially the same.
My Kid stands on the table in her underwear and sings into her white plastic Hannah Montana microphone with a purity that I can only wish for in my performance.
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