I spoke in a British accent a lot yesterday. (It's hahd to stop a British ahccent once you've stahted.) I think my kids grew a little sick of it... especially because my accent sounds a whole lot like Eliza Doolittle before Professor Higgins helps her.
We all went to eat at the food court in our mall before our night out.
Then everyone in this picture (+) my mom (minus) the men (minus) Kate went to see the show.
More easily said-- Sarah, Jack, Caroline, Mom, Hilary, Rachel, Alex, and I went to see the show. Hmm. Maybe that wasn't more easily said.
The kids loved it! I think if they had one word to describe it, it would HAVE TO be... supercalifragilisticexpealidocious.
The dancing was fun! The actors were so talented. Even watching the sets change was spellbinding. But I'm pretty sure their minds were blown when Mary Poppins flew with her umbrella and when Bert walked on the wall and on the ceiling. I, of course, saw the cables, but Sarah was convinced that he had on suction cup shoes.
It was a late night, and Caroline ended up sleeping through most of the second act. But Sarah was still talking about it this morning.
Jolly good show, ol' chaps!
(That's British, right?)
Ok, I'm done with the accent.
