Am I Insane?

Aw c'mon, no cracks about working for the council, please!

No, I ask this question specifically because this afternoon I am taking four year old Pooky and one -and-a-half year old Puggle to the theatre. Many fellow parents have questioned my relationship with sanity. And in fact it was a cock-up as I am so bad at maths, I thought I'd booked for Saturday, not Friday, when my beloved would be on hand to entertain the Pug.
But do I care?
NO.

How are kids going to learn how to go to the theatre if we never take them? To eat in a restaurant? To go camping?
I am of the opinion that parents give in too easily. So what if miserable passers by and fag-scented bus drivers tut and make stupid comments (on a bus once, I heard "They never used to allow buggies on the bus, using up all the space" Wow, I sure wish I lived back in the day when mothers were shot on sight if they ventured out of the house before their kids turned five)

I don't want to wait till they're ten before I can go and see a play again. I want to share that magic with my kids, the way it was shared with me. When I was eleven, my dad took me to see Hamlet and somehow life was never the same again. One of my earliest memories is of being at infant school and seeing a theatre company perform the story of the Firebird.

So this afternoon Puggle will see her first play. It will be Little Red Riding Hood. I hope it will change her life. I hope she, and Pooky, have a fabulous time.

And I hope the dolly mixtures I plan to bribe her with don't run out before the end.