sunday matinee

Catcher and Scout put on a monster finger-puppet show for Tillie and me this afternoon. We didn't really get to see much more than a few rehearsals--or practices, as Catcher referred to them--because Scout kept knocking down the "stage" (i.e. two pouffes stacked on top of each other). After three or four such incidents, Catcher called off the show, which in turn sent Scout to her room in tears. And then Tillie started crying because Scout was crying. And then Catcher came huffing out of his room, chastising Scout about how she ruined the show and maybe they could put on another production if she would cooperate. Just when Scout was ready to rebuild the stage, Catcher "changed" his mind and reminded her that it was too late--the show was over. The poor players suffered the most during this scuffle as they were tossed about the room, left lying listlessly on the ground for Tillie to chomp at will. These photos were taken before the performance was cancelled.

I just wanted to watch the show.