the showmen

Over the last week Richard and I have been treated to special shows hosted by Noah. So far he has put on a disco/dance thingy, with weird karaoke thrown in for good measure, and a movie night. He charges for these shows - we actually give him real money. Tonight he made two dollars from his Stars Wars screening. He told Richard tonight that he doesn't do credit (seriously he did). I asked him "what does credit even mean?" He said "I don't know." 

He runs the shows efficiently. He stands at the lounge room steps to collect the entry fee (which can vary GREATLY) and then he gives you a stamp upon entry. I nicnamed him "Little Hitler" tonight as his rules were getting quite ridiculous - no drinking - no sitting on the couch - no eating - no talking - no cameras - and stay under the blankets at all times. I got out my camera and therefore got shot (in the face of all places!) 

Richard and I love playing along with these latest night time games - we really are enjoying Noah's imagination of late. We also love how he translates things he has seen in the everyday world into games. I guess being the only child has allowed for him develop a very W I L D imagination.