Last night, their first night of summer, the kids were allowed to stay up as late as they wanted and do whatever they wanted. Downstairs. And at 9 p.m. they invited us to a free show (mind you, they usually charge us a buck each and have real tickets, so this was a bargain), their abridged "Grease Suite."
Seriously, they knew the word "suite."
(And now I realize where Bud gets his "seriously" habit from.)
All in all, it was adorable, with Sis playing Sandy, Rizzo, and Kenickie and Bud taking on Danny and Frenchie. They had costume changes and scene changes, even an intermission (and snacks at our seats for us.) They chose "Summer Lovin'," "Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee," "Greased Lightnin'," "Blue Moon," "You're the One That I Want," and "We Go Together," and not the "boring" songs. Nothing like watching young kids try to sing these songs to have the actual lyrics sink in (and wish you'd never ever shown it to them, even if it is catchy!) When you boil the plot down that far, it becomes "girl takes up drinking, smoking, and sex to get boy." Bud even taught Sis--as Frenchie and Sandy--how to smoke, which was hilarious and comforting because he told her that she had the cigarette backwards (it was a pencil) and that the smoke came out the end and not out of her mouth because that would be gross!!
Just what you want your seven-year-olds to absorb.
But they danced together, lip-synched, climbed around on the couches, and even mimicked certain moves in the movie, which they've only seen once--the raised fist of Danny at the end of "Summer Lovin'" and the snuffing of the cigarette with Sandy's food in "You're the One That I Want."
In fact, even as I type, they are downstairs adding more dialogue to the show and perfecting the motions I showed them to "Hand Jive" . . . maybe they'll be taking it on a national tour to Texas later this summer.
I'll have to remember the iPod.