The night of our excursion to Pompeii, the Kids Club crew told us to bring Alex down to the ship's theatre instead of up to the Pinnochio Kids Club after dinner. There was a magic show that night and all the kids were watching it together in the front row of the theatre. Alex was excited to hang out with his buddies. As it turned out, our first estimate of how many kids there were on the ship were wrong. There were about 30, ranging in age from about 10 months to 18 years old. There were four or five kids in the 5-7 year old category, which was enough for Alex to make friends that he vastly preferred to his dorky parents. The Ghost of Christmas Future, I suppose.
Not wanting to disappoint our boy, we trotted him down to the theatre after he inhaled a huge plate of Spaghetti Bolognese. This dish was always on the menu, and the only thing he would eat for dinner, along with some steamed broccoli and ice cream. We took him to the theatre and left him in the front row with Mary Beth, Carlo and Sylvana and a whole crew of kids. We found seats and decided to order some cocktails and stay for the show.
The magic show was not exactly what I was expecting. When I was a kid, we had a magician come to our elementary school every year, "The Great Kleinberg" or something like that. He wore a white suit with a cape and a top hat, and never said a word, just pulled all kinds of animals, scarves, and flowers out of his hat. This thrilled and delighted the audience. Growing up in Ohio, you learn to have low expectations at an early age. John Gorka has a song in which he sings,
I'm from New Jersey
I don't expect too much
If the world ended today
I felt that way a lot as a kid, even though I had no idea that Ohio and New Jersey were so sympatico.