Jane and I took a girls-only day on the train to see Snow White at the Wilbur Theater in our neighboring city of Boston. After meeting a very good friend of mine with her 3 children, we stopped off at the Public Garden, rode the carousel, and fed the park's very-well-fed squirrels, we headed off to see the play. Jane's eyes were aglow as she watched the interpretation about 5 feet from the stage, she even told Snow White "Noooooo don't do it!" when the evil queen tried to offer the dreaded poisonous apple.
After the performance, we asked the man-in-black (the introducing front-man) if Snow White was to make a debut - his answer was kindly "No, I'm sorry" Jane's eyes filled with tears of disappointment as she buried her head into my shoulder. The man-in-black saw her sadness and signaled "Wait" and ran to the back of the stage. About 5 minutes of an overly excited waiting, Snow White came out and hugged Jane tight and thanked her for coming. She also signed a Snow White book I brought and giggled when handing it back in that high pitched Snow White voice. On our way home Jane pleaded; "Can Snow White come over and play? Pleaseeee? She can even bring her "Kisser Man" (the prince) because I know they love each other."
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