Cinder-fella
So I took my 13-year-old David to Theatre Britain's Cinderella, which he LOVED. Now like any ordinary 13-year-old boy, he wouldn't have liked it if they'd done it in the usual sweet way. But this was a British panto -- a British holiday tradition in which they fracture a fairy tale, cast guys as "dames" -- in this case the ugly stepsisters -- a girl as a guy (Prince Charming), they tell puns so bad they're good, make you boo the villain, cheer the good guys, sing along and spot the ghost. Of course this is only PARTIALLY why he loves going to the panto every year. The biggest reason is that they sell authentic British snacks which they let you eat in the theater. I had to buy him FIVE bags of crisps (British potato chips) which he thoroughly adored. All the plain kind, too. Next time I think I'm going to try to get him to buy the roast chicken crisps just so I can try one. Someone sitting next to me said they taste just like roast chicken!