Henry made a discovery on his recent trip to Colorado. Mountains? Hiking? S'mores by the campfire? Been there, done that. No, his discovery was made in the car on the way to and way back from his destination. License plate game, you ask? The Alphabet game, maybe? Guess again.
He fell in love...with The Lion King.
This movie we'd tried several times to watch with him when he was younger yet failed to finish because, let's face it, that Scar is SCARy. Totally freaked him out before. Not this time. Tim said he watched it over. And over. And over.
And that is evident by the sheer amount of dialogue he can recite, complete with Nathan Lane's and Ernie Sabella's East Coast accents, only to be outdone by the fits of singing he bursts into in the shower, in bed, on the toilet, while eating dinner.
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
...Giggle. Giggle. Giggle....
"Caaaannn you feeeel the looooove tooooonight..."
"It means no worries for the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata!"
So Tim and I were thinking, wouldn't it be fun to go see the musical stage production of The Lion King? We started poking around on the Internet, looking for the show somewhere near us. Too bad H didn't make this discovery last January, when the touring show came to Des Moines. I thought we'd scored when I found a listing for a show at the Fox Theater in St. Louis, then realized it isn't coming there until August of NEXT YEAR. There will be some shows in Minneapolis, but they're in January and February. Middle of winter. Minnesota. What's the likelihood we could get there and back without major ice and snow issues?
So, how about New York? It's still playing there, eight shows a week. Yeah. No problem $400 per person to fly there, $200 a night for a "cheap" hotel, and show tickets -- $125-$150 apiece. Food. Cab fare. And so on.
There's still hope, I think, as I found a production at the Mandalay Bay Resort in Las Vegas through December. Yay! Or not so yay. THOSE tickets are $177 each, plus airfare, hotel, and so on, again. Besides, Tim says, "If I'm going to Vegas, it's going to be a grown-up trip."
Hakuna matata, my a**.
I'm thinking the closest we're going to get to The Lion King is a trip to the African Lion exhibit at the Niabi Zoo in the Quad Cities. We can listen to the soundtrack on CD in the car, on the way.