How do you define “Little Red Riding Hood”?
I took the children to see a theatre production of Little Red Riding Hood at the weekend. They really liked it – DD wanted to be the Woodland Fairy who spoke in rhyme, while DS was fascinated by the wolf’s “scary eyebrows”.
As he’s only two and a half, I spent a little time before the show briefing him on the story and preparing him for the entrance of the wolf. The last thing I want is nightmares for the next 10 weeks, as has happened with several friends who’ve taken their children to theatre shows containing witches and monsters.
“It’s only a man in a costume,” I explained. “Don’t be scared.”
As it happened, the wolf was the least of our problems. Half way through the show, DS leaned over to me and said in a little voice, “Mummy, where’s Little Red Riding Hood?”
“She’s there,” I said, pointing at the actress in the red cloak.
“No,” he said. “That’s not Little Red Riding Hood. She’s big. And she’s not riding.”
Well, what do you say to that?