My husband has always refused to do anything “theater” with me. He wouldn’t try it. He wouldn’t even consider it. So I resigned myself to the fact that my husband and I will never bond over a weepy opera. I was okay with that. My husband is very full of testosterone, and I supposed that is just the trade off for having a manly man.

Anyway, this year, my husband said, “I don’t want to go to a play. That’s awful. But–” And this is where I realized I’d just wasted nine years of our marriage. “–I’ll consider going if it was one of those ones with singing in them.”

“Like a musical?”

“Is that what you call them?”

I could have been going to musicals with my husband all along???

So without further ado, we ordered some tickets to A Christmas Story–the musical. This was my husband’s first attempt at anything theater-like, and my son’s first experience of it, too, and I was excited!

The play was wonderful. We got seats in the second row where we could make eye contact with the actors. My six-year-old’s heart bled for the plight of Ralphie. He nearly broke down in the middle when the tension was just too much for him. My husband thought it was great fun, and I got the best Christmas present ever–a play with my two favorite guys!

Guess what I want for my birthday now? 😉