The Brainy One and I have been trying to persuade The Boy Child for years that going to see Cirque du Soleil would be fantastic. The French-Canadian company has an annual run at London’s Royal Albert Hall every January-February. This year’s production was Ovo, although in truth, most punters go for the clowns, acrobats and gymnasts rather than what the story might be. Having agreed to try a performance, I didn’t give The Boy Child chance to change his mind and purchased the tickets there and then. Unfortunately, on the day, The Boy Child decided that he wouldn’t enjoy it and there was no persuading him otherwise.Having booked the fairly expensive tickets last minute, there was no way we weren’t going. We know that The Boy Child’s immediate response to a new experience is ‘no’, but experience has shown us that he usually has a great time once he’s there.
Sitting in the Albert Hall, sandwiched between The Brainy One and me, The Boy Child took some thawing out this time . Even before the performance began, he was moaning and saying he wanted to leave. That he didn’t like it and it was too loud.
I confess that we did what all good parents do … we ignored him. He spent the first half with his fingers in his ears and his face hidden against The Brainy One’s leg. He perked up at the interval because ice cream was mentioned. Having consumed his ice cream in record time, he said of Cirque du Soleil (with a straight face),”It’s not bad” and then resumed his position hidden against The Brainy One’s leg. Once the acrobats and tumblers appeared, I poked him in the ribs and when he saw what was going on, he was completely absorbed.
Which meant that the afternoon wasn’t a total disaster. You might think that we should have left when he wanted to, but sometimes it’s a judgement call. And bottom line, The Brainy One and I wanted to see the performance.
Next year, I’ll book just two tickets and arrange a babysitter for The Boy Child.