"Even quiet kids don't belong in some places"
Lenona
At "Fiddler on the Roof":
(snip)
"What was so distracting to her, and to us, was the woman to her left,
in the row in front of us. On her lap sat not just one young child,
which would have been disturbing enough, but two. Neither of the
children could have been older than 4, and neither seemed remotely
interested in what was happening on stage for more than two minutes at
a time. The girl rested or slept most of the performance on the
woman’s left shoulder, occasionally looking up, but fidgeting mostly
to try to get comfortable. The boy, who was younger, sat on the
woman’s right knee or stood in the row, looking toward the stage or
around him at the people.
"Remarkably, and to their credit, both children were quiet. They
whispered occasionally. They were the definition of being seen, not
heard. But that was the problem.
"Now none of us can even pretend to know why the children were there
for a performance that started a few minutes after 8 p.m. and didn’t
end until almost 11. Maybe she was their mother and a baby sitter had
canceled. That was our best guess. Maybe Topol was their grandfather.
Maybe the woman was a fiddle teacher and those were her prize pupils.
The truth is I don’t really care, and I doubt the woman next to her
did either, after probably paying a hefty sum for her front-and-center
tickets. The reason the children were there is irrelevant. They
shouldn’t have been, or if it was that important to the woman, she
should have bought them their own seats, regardless of the
cost........"
(snip)
Lenona.