The Lyin’ King

(I am at a theater production of ‘The Lion King’ with my parents and boyfriend. During intermission, a mother and young daughter are going to the restroom.)

Daughter: “But Mommy, there’s more! It’s not over!”

Mother: “Yes, it is. That’s the end. You have to imagine the rest in your head.”

Daughter: “No Mommy! Simba grows up!”

Mother: “No, you have to imagine the rest in your head.”

Daughter: “But, no Mommy. He grows up! He becomes king!”

Mother: “No, that’s the end. Just imagine the rest in your head.”

(They continue like this all the way to the restroom. I wonder how long the mom kept it up, and I can only imagine the girl’s excitement and surprise when the play actually did continue!)