Ok, so I'm not a huge fan of all the glitz and glamour of vegas. I do like sunshine, some of the shows and attractions (like the sharks I wrote about earlier), and appreciate the opportunity to use Grandpa's house there. When planning our adventures, I tried to think of stuff I would enjoy with Bentley - and he with me.
On Tuesday, we played soccer for more than an hour, did more yard work and clean-up, hung out, and then headed to Treasure Island for the Cirque du Soleil show Mystere. I figured we might get a chance to take in the pirate show out front, too.
What were our lessons that day?
Well, we went through the casino to get to the front with the pirate show. Bentley wanted to know what everyone was doing. I explained the concept that the people were paying to play different games. He asked why they didn't look happy when they were all playing games. I asked him if he heard what sounded like anyone winning... he thought for a moment, and said no - Right on kiddo. So we talked about how the house always wins, and he wanted to know who the house was and if we could meet him since he was winning everything. Hmmm. Well, he got the basics.
We got outside just in time for the start of the pirate show - and even better - to get the up-front spot right next to where some of the pirates come through between the boats. A SUPER position, I thought. Bentley was excited. The show started, and a pirate ran past us, jumped up and swung across to one of the boats. Wow! Then there was some dancing and the other pirate ship came around the corner. Apparently 5 year olds have an instinct of what comes next. "I don't like this." "I don't want to be here." (I too instinctively realize that being between two ships and next to the water might not be the best spot to be, and move away from the edge).
KA-BOOM!
SPLASH!
(Fire is erupting everywhere)
"AAAAHHHH!!!!!"
It was at this point that I came to realize there is a fundamental difference between going to a show (fun time for father and son) and being in a show (not cool).
We made a hasty exit before the inferno ensued and one of the ships sank.
Mystere, however, was an excellent treat. Bentley was crazy about the snail (I don't know why), and thought that most of the tricks, gags, and super-human performances were a lot of fun. Plus there was popcorn. We enjoyed the drummers, and Bentley's only complaint/concern was that he couldn't take pictures at the show. He was especially happy that there were no large fireballs.
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