Kids minds are a terrible thing to waste and are definitely something that I don't understand, at least not yet. I went to a play that my sister directed on Friday, which was directed superbly. The kids were in J.K. to grade 8 and did their best and had dun. It just wasn't enough to win me over. Maybe when I am old and senile and don't recognize that I am slowly being brain-washed by the shiny moral put on display or when I have a kid and everything they do is perfect, I will appreciate the shows they put on. However, until then, I will enjoy myself by silently mocking parents that ogle their children and annoy everyone else with their flash photography, waving hands and encouraging gestures and make snide comments on how children wouldn't understand jokes about Survivor let alone make them.